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Mommy Kisses


WARNING: YOU MAY NOT WANT TO READ THIS POST WHILE EATING...
My daughter has been sick since Thursday, running a high fever. Luckily its just an ear infection and not the flu. However early Sunday morning (and I stress Early, well before 8AM) my dogs started barking and woke Shiloh up. Since I was not ready to get up, and she didn't look like she was ready to face the world either, I took her into my room and laid back down with her. I was in a light doze, and she seemed to go in and out of dozing with some wiggling in between. After one wiggling bout, she started whining and I opened my eyes just wide enough to see her holding her hand in the air. Now at 19 months old, we are heavily following the "I hurt it, so mommy kisses it and its all better" philosophy. I naturally assumed the hand or finger had been pinched, rolled on, or otherwise "hurt" and needed a mommy kiss so we could both go back to sleep. I kissed it, and that is when I realized...THERE WAS POOP ON THE HAND! Now what do I do...there are not baby wipes near by...Do I go vigurously wash my face while her hand smears poop everywhere? Do I go clean her up in her room while my face remains poopy? WHAT DO I DO?? Well I finally pick her up and run into her room, grab the baby wipes to clean up her hands and then head to the bath room to take care of my face. By the time I got to the diaper, she neede a full change of clothes as well... I guess on the bright side, kissing the poopy hand still "fixed" it and she quit whining. Mommy kisses fix everything!

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