I almost forgot to share this little nugget--Christmas day at my parents' house, Everleigh pooped on me. And not just kind of. The girl somehow managed to get poop in 3 different locations on my shirt, in addition to covering the lap of my jeans.
I was doing OK with it on my shirt ("this happens. she didn't mean to", etc.) until I saw it on my pants too. I had to pass her off to daddy and make a bee-line for the restroom. Good thing my mom and dad love me and didn't care. Too bad my mom recently lost a gang of weight and donated or gave away any and all her clothes over a size 6. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a "big girl", but my desk job/grad school/pregnancy have certainly bumped me up to a healthy Midwestern physique ;) So after telling my mom not to worry about trying to have me cram my caboose into her "I do Weight Watchers and run 5 miles a day" pants, I was given a Hawaiian-themed kimono to sport until my poop-clothes made it out of the wash.
Then all was right with the world again. I guess I should be glad this has only happened once, as I'm sure others are not so lucky. I just wanted to let you all in on what Evie got me for Christmas!