I had intentions of creating a "Happy 5 Month Birthday" blog montage today, but something much more blog-worthy occurred.
Madison and I were hanging out in the main living room with Audrey this afternoon, who was entertaining herself by slobbering on her various exersaucer toys. It was a glorious moment of zen - a happy baby, a content seven-year-old, and a mom who had actually sat down for a normal lunch just moments before. That is when I noticed this:
Something wet in the bottom of her exersaucer. (I pause to thank Graco or Playskool or whoever for designing this thing with a catch-all.) My first thought was dog vomit. For any of you who know my children or my dogs, you're well aware that their mess of choice is always vomit. Apparently I have now been hard wired to think in such terms, because the more logical cause of such mess is poop. Here I am, inspecting the "vomit" when I call on Madison for her opinion. We're both thoroughly disgusted as we lean in to get a closer look - all the while Audrey is still gleefully covering her possessions with drool.
That is when we noticed this:
Mmm. Looks like caramel. But it's not.
I kept my cool and asked Madison if she would kindly fetch me the econo-sized container of wipes. It was her stroke of genius that retrieved the camera before the wipes, so this moment could be captured and immortalized for all of you.
Here's the guilty party, looking relieved and satisfied:
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