Happy Birthday! I don’t have control of my hands yet so I couldn’t wrap your gifts, but here’s what I got you:
-Poop on your hand.
-Poop in your eye.
-Poop in your mouth.
-Poop in my mouth.
-An inability (or unwillingness, you’ll never know for sure) to sleep for more than 30 minutes at a time.
I worked really hard to think of things that I knew you would enjoy the most for your birthday and I hope you like them!
Love,
Paige
P.S. I don’t know if Liam has given you his gifts yet, but I heard him trying to decide between pee all over the bathroom (and his clothes, and his body) and a refusal to nap. I hope he gets you both because you deserve only the best!
Looking forward to babysitting tonight…(gulp).
P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHANNON!
My present is way better than Paige or Liam’s. I promise.
As long as it doesn’t involve poo in any way I think you’re golden!
Happy Birthday! What I want to know is how the poop got into your mouth…
Well, since we’re apparently going there…Paige has a gift for distance. Explosive distance. I have a gift for gab. The two do not mix.
I was talking to her as I cleaned up the massive mess that she had made and she then finished her business in fantastic fashion while (unfortunately) my mouth was open. I was so stunned that I didn’t react quickly enough when she stuck her hand in the business and then quickly shoved her hand in her mouth. And that is how we both ended up with poop in our mouths.
It was not the best day.
Now that’s definitely a story for the baby book…I hope that Matt came up with a better present than Paige and that your evening out was relaxing and fun!