Apparently my new favorite pastime is to put my finger in Nyla's poopy diapers. I've done it twice now in the past week, both times on accident. The first time was a surprise and I was unprepared for pulling out a poo finger. This second time was yesterday and I actually told myself pre-diaper-checking okay Elizabeth, don't put your finger in the diaper. All I wanted to do was slide the diaper open a bit to confirm that she did indeed take a dump (as if the horrific smell wasn't enough).
I carefully grabbed the edge of her diaper with my forefinger and thumb and lifted. Somehow my thumb slipped off of the diaper and straight into the poo! Great. What can you do but start to laugh? I think I screamed AGAIN?! and Paul couldn't stop laughing at me and my poop finger. My goal for next week: try to avoid getting poop anywhere on my body.
We've also added rice cereal to Nylabear's bottles now. She doesn't seem to be getting enough to eat, especially at night. She has moved from sleeping for 7 hours a night to now only about 4 or 5 and waking up starving. So we have decided to just put a little bit of watered down rice cereal in her bottle, hoping that this will fill her up a little more. Everyone cross fingers that she sleeps a little better and longer.
Lastly, happy 2nd anniversary to my sweetheart. I love you Big Bear. Look at how far our lives have come in the two short years we've been married!
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