let me start by saying, this really is a post all about poop. so go away if you can't handle a little baby doodoo.

i received a text several days ago asking me what i was doing. our convo proceeded like this:
nicole: "...what did you do today?"
me: "watched conference, slept, made dinner for family, laundry, dealt with poop. pretty good day."
nicole: "dealt with poop. haha you say that like it's just as normal as washing dishes. haha. i guess it is for you though.
me: "yup! that's living w/ a toddler (and baby)."
nicole: "haha, makes me not so pissed about having to vacuum today."
me: "I'd rather wipe a butt than vacuum. she at least says thank you!"
"thank you mama! i was all yucky!!"

good morning princess!
even G (the original mess maker) was disgusted
have you ever seen something so simultaneously cute and disgusting?

the hubs couldn't help, because he was busy taking pics!
oh yeah, it was EVERYWHERE
after two rinse cycles. really, how could you not?