November 19, 2010
even the messes
230. I'm thankful that when the most insane, humongous blowout I've ever dealt with - through all four kids - happened that it was at 1AM. No cries of oh gross! or that's disgusting! or little hands trying to help while only succeeding in spreading the mess. It was quiet. Addie was adorably happy to be getting cleaned up. And she wasn't wearing my favorite pajamas.