Once the boys get bored and head to the playroom I get up, wash my face & brush my teeth (this is a GOOD start for me -- usually one or both of these rituals is sacrificed for a child). Thinking Kadence is still sleeping I head toward the kitchen to make some coffee. Then I hear my little girl's good morning squeal and about-face for the nursery.
That's when it hits me...
the smell... the image... the horror!
There she stands, my beautiful baby girl, with no diaper on her bum and a shit-eatin' grin on her face -- literally.