Immediately I was super grossed out that our cute pink and purple fleece blanket had a blemish of nasty pureed pears/apricot/apple whatever the heck mush flavor I had just fed her (I did realize that it looks the same going in as it does coming out). I think she knew that she had done something wrong because she just kept making this awkward face and being very somber. Then I realized that she is not 28 and the bathroom expectations are not the same. She didn't intentionally do anything wrong. She was just being a baby. I realized that when I do really lame things that everyone can see, I hope they take me in context that I am just a 28 year old that sometimes doesn't intentionally do things wrong, it just happens. I told Liv that she should not stress about it. It's funny how babies can sense a change in your tone because I think she felt a little better:
It still grosses me out but I love this little rolling ball of chub so dang much it doesn't matter.
I laughed and laughed so hard! In fact I'm still laughing.
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