My little Picasso

This past Saturday was Rob's graduation from Greenville College. Rob had a meeting to attend in the morning, so Ella and I were going to hitch a ride to Greenville with Rob's parents and just meet Rob at graduation. Mid-morning, after Ella's bath, I decided to put her down for a nap to help her make it through the busy afternoon. Since we hadn't turned on our A/C for the summer and it was a tad warm in her room, I decided to let her nap in just her diaper. About 11:30 I heard her begin to wake up from her nap, but she was content to play in her crib so I left her alone. As it got closer to noon, I decided I should get her up so she would have time to eat lunch and get dressed before our ride was to arrive at 12:15. As soon as I began to open her bedroom door, I could smell a dirty diaper. My darling daughter had not only pooped in her diaper when she woke up, but had taken her diaper off, removed the poop from the diaper and proceeded to paint her crib, herself, her mattress, and everything else in it with poop. As if that weren't enough, she had pressed herself against the side of her crib and managed to pee on the carpet next to her crib. I was speechless. I had 15 minutes to clean up an unbelievable mess. I took her straight to the bathroom and spent the next 10 minutes scrubbing all of the poop off of her. I got her dressed and put her in her high chair to eat lunch just as my in-laws arrived. I was so thankful and relieved to have Cindy's help! She fed Ella lunch while I regained my composure and finished getting ready.

Naturally, after graduation, when I was telling Rob about the event, his response was "Did you take a picture?" I failed to capture the moment, which I believe was a good thing. Luckily I can laugh about it now, and I have a great story to embarrass her with when she's older.

I'm a follower...

Ok, so I guess its time that I admit it. My name is Julie and I have a problem. I'm a follower. Maybe there's a group I can join to help me with this. FA - Followers Anonymous. I could always start my own FA group, but wait, that would make me a leader!!!

Anyway, the reason I say I'm a follower is that most of my friends have blogs and I haven't jumped on the train until now. What caused me to start now? My friend Alison's 3 year-old son, Josiah, now has a blog. I guess you could say he was my inspiration.

So, thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy reading.