Lovely Lillian

I picked up my precious child this morning

who lay gurgling merrily in her crib.

I brought her to my bed and fed her, and

I talked to her lovingly as I held her tiny hands.

I caressed her sweet face and she smiled back at me.

And then

That sweet angel

Furrowed her brow, gritted her gums

(no teeth as of yet)

And from the ankle of her fancy satin edged pajamas

Issued forth poop like a shot out of a cannon

That landed warm and moist in my unexpectant lap.

I dragged myself and that precious child to the shower

I washed her and me and all our poop covered parts
I dried her off and smothered her in sweet smelling baby lotion

I removed the newly washed

and now newly pooped upon sheets from my bed

I put them in the washer

(they seem to be more at home there lately)

And then

I called Trent and

We dissolved in a heap of uncontrolled laughter.

Sweet,

precious,

poopy

Lillian Grace.