Today did not start well. Last evening was a late night as we were doing round two of Christmas decorating. I knew Tadd had to get up very, very early for a work project, so I took it upon myself to take the dog out when he started to whine at 2:30 am. And then tried to settle the dog back down at 3:30 am when he just started to pace. Not to be outdone, our younger dog decided to wake up and start making all sort of noises...drinking water, scratching, pacing around in her kennel. All together, I had about 4 hours of sleep.

Tadd woke up and got ready for work, had breakfast, and took the dogs out well before my alarm clock went off. He gave me a kiss goodbye and said, "I'm going to go upstairs and see the babies before I go." (They usually start to wake up and babble around 6:00 am, but sometimes they go back to sleep, sometimes they don't.) I rolled back over and set my alarm clock for a few extra minutes.

That's when I heard Tadd's voice on the baby monitor, "OH MY GOD!" My eyes snapped open. He wasn't screaming, so I knew there was no medical emergency. However, the tone in his voice told me that something was very wrong. He appeared in the bedroom doorway. "Um, there's a situation in the nursery."

"What is it?" (My eyes were still not quite ready to deal with the day.)

"Did Pumpkin have sweet potatoes last night?"

"No..."

"Or carrots maybe?"

"Yes, she had carrots and bananas...why?" I wasn't sure I really wanted to know.

"Umm, she is covered in orange."

My sweet, beautiful baby girl had thrown up the carrots during the night. They were all over the crib, blankets, crib bumper, and her. The wonderfully delicious organic carrots that I boiled and mashed myself were decorative bedding accessories.

I had to laugh and groan all at the same time. Tadd did too. Unfortunately, he needed to be out the door to get to work, so there was no way he could help. "The good news," he offered, "is that she seems to be really happy." It was true. I could hear her happy gurgling coming through the monitor.

Believe it or not, I didn't lose my mind. I just got up and took my shower. Then I put on my pink bathrobe and proceeded to trudge upstairs. It was a carrot massacre with Pumpkin standing right in the middle of it. If it were a crime, it would have been an open and shut case. I cleaned up both babies, stripped the mucked up bedding and took them downstairs...just in time for our babysitter to take over so I could get ready for work. Definitely not a good start to the day. Actually, it just kept getting worse and worse and worse, but that will need to be a post for another day.

I spared you all from pictures of the grossness. Instead, how about some cute photos from happier, cleaner times?



Such a cute face...who knew what gross things lied waiting beneath the depths?! (Also, notice the two little teeth!)





Naptime with Mommy





Sweet girl laughing with Poppi





He looks like a super cute baby convict?!