Sophie just came trotting in (she should have been napping) and informed me that she had a poop. I investigated, patting her bum. Nothing. "No poop," I said. "Get back in bed." She insisted that yes, there was poop. Then I did something incredibly stupid. I stuck my hand down the back of her diaper to check. Poop.
Today's best thing about being a mom:
Well, it certainly keeps my ego in check.
Today's worst thing about being a mom: