

If it's quiet in the house, there must be trouble. I was folding laundry in the family room, and Ashlyn was playing in the front room...or so I thought. I kept calling her name, asking her to come show me what she was doing. Finally, she brought down my hot pink nail polish and showed me her beautiful toes that she had just finished. I panicked! I scooped her up and asked her to show me where she was painting her nails. Amazingly enough, there was only one dish towel ruined and a tiny bit on the carpet. A little while later, she had taken off her diaper (it had some nail polish on it) and came down to show me this brown stuff on her hand. I looked at her bum, and sure enough, she had poop smears. I panicked...again. I asked her if she had pooped on the floor, and she said she had. We went looking again, and found nothing. Another major catastrophe averted. Needless to say, it has been quite the morning!