Really?

Yesterday's bed time came early, and as a result, this mornings wake up came early as well. While I can be grateful that I awake to babbles and not screams, I am missing my pre-Momma days. Those days when you can sleep in, and your only worry is what you will cook for dinner.

BUT.

I love love love being a Momma, and all that entails.

This morning, it was poop.

When I was pregnant, I never thought I would think about poop so much. How many times a day/week does my child poop? The color? Consistency? Is he constipated? Too runny?

Geez.

The older DJ gets, the less of a deal it is. But this morning, as I changed his diaper, DJ grabbed the little sticky tab and flung his dirty diaper over his head. Poop went flying EVERYWHERE.

I cleaned it all up, urging DJ to "Please, just stand still!".

30 minutes later, I walked in the living room to find some of it I missed smashed into the carpet.

Oh, the joys of being a Momma.