One day I went in to get her up from her nap and go to work. She was already awake…standing up…smiling like the Chesire Cat…covered in poop.
That’s the moment: The Moment I Realized She Had Learned How to Take Off Her Diaper.
Of course it was not a wet diaper that brought on the realization. Of course it was not a cute little newborn diaper (you’ve heard those are cute, right?) No, it was a big, stinky poop.
And wow was she artistically inclined in that Moment. The poop was smeared all over her and all over her Pack ‘n Play.
If camera phones were invented back then, I didn’t have one. I wish I had a picture, but instead, I used the old flip phone to quickly call the mother of my little charges and tell her I would not be there to meet the kids off the bus.
Instead, the Moment had come for massive clean-up.