My Girl's Got Some Talent!

Elise has become quite the fashion diva.  In her own subtle ways she let's her Momma in on the fact that a) she freakin hates long sleeves b) is not gonna wear those socks no matter how many times I put them on her feet and c) she dares me to take her to the mirror and show her what cute outfit she is wearing.  She has a very strategic way of getting her poop to shoot up the top of her diaper to make the outfit she is currently wearing un-wearable.  Thus, we must try another one.  And because she couldn't get all the poop to come out in one sitting, she contaminates yet another clean set of clothes - asking the question, "Do you not like to wear cute clothes or are you proving your freedom of expression by aspiring to become a nudist?"  

Last night after she had a bubble bath in the grown-up bathtub, got a detailed cleaning, followed by lotion from head to toe, clean diaper, and fresh jammies, Elle and I sat on the couch to get up to speed on the Reunion of the Real Housewives of the OC (because I want to get her into watching that trash with me ASAP).  She was sitting on my lap when all of the sudden her butt started making noises to rival those of an old man, my lap got warm, I looked down and she had pooped (up her diaper of course) through her clothes and onto mine.  Ok, scratch those jammies.  Onto the next pair.  She doesn't hold anything back!

You know everyone thinks their kid is the cutest, smartest, gifted and talented... all that stuff?  Well, mine actually is.  As if defying gravity by pooping vertically wouldn't be enough to prove her ingenuity, she rolled over from her tummy to her back twice, rolled from her back to her side, slept through the night the night before last, and started laughing all in the matter of 3 days.  You guys better watch out because she could be walking by next week.  Then I'm gonna have to send her out to the workforce so she can earn her keep around here.