Sophia and I, after having a wonderful day with Grandma Daugherty (Mom) had just settled down for a bit. Freshly changed and fed, she sat on my lap holding one of my fingers in each of her little hands while we watched American Idol. She was happy, I was happy, and we had fun relaxing.
Then, the sound came. Like a small explosion followed by a sound resembling thousands of tiny ketchup packets being smashed at the same time, it came. Now this sound is not uncommon in my household these days. Though surprising to hear coming from a sweet innocent little girl, it is something that occurs several times a day. Due to the familiarity of this would-be horrifying sound, I continued to fast-forward through my commercials to find out who would make it into the Top 24 on my show.
A few minutes later the smell came - like that of a movie theater garbage can, also known as the smell of "cine-muck". You know what I'm talking about. I think, "Oh boy, that's going to be fun to clean" and continue watching my show. Sophia is still just as happy as can be sitting in my lap, so I see no cause for alarm. After a few more minutes of this, I look down at Sophia to make some faces and try to coax a smile out of her, and instead I see a strange stain on the front of her
onesie. At this point it's too late, so I sit her down to assess the damage. Here's what I found:


She's very smug about what she's done, because she knows what lies beneath the heart-dotted pink pants...

More
ick.
Well, after rushing her to the changing table (and by rushing I mean stopping to take 6 pictures, laughing a little, and then walking to the changing table) I found more fun. While taking off her onesie I ended up smearing the nastiness all over her stomach and arm. Now I'm not laughing as much as trying to get her arm cleaned off before she tries to eat it. After getting the onesie safely off, the diaper off it's not looking good for the Resistance. 5 wipes later, I give up on that approach and run her into the bathroom, stick her in the sink and let the water rinse her off. That worked much better, but just to let me know who's boss she spit up about 4 times while I tried to get her clean. (Sigh) It's a good thing I love this little girl! :)
On the plus side, she slept 8 hours last night! Yay!