Just when I started to feel confident...

I get pooped on, no really. Yellow cottage cheese breast milk poop that smells like microwaved popcorn. Let me take you back to the beginning of my day. When I was feeling successful.

Battle 1: Isabel isn't liking the bottle. I hid in the bedroom and Chris patiently waited her out. After putting up a fight, she took her bottle. I was so happy and proud of her when Chris brought her back to the bedroom. I just ignored her stubbornness.

First nap of the day took a while to happen, but it happened! So I was feeling good.

While she was napping, I started laundry, swept the floor, and ran the dishwasher. I was really impressed with myself.

After her nap, I wanted to get a photo of her smiling for our Christmas card. Well that was a joke. I spent about 20 minutes making funny faces and saying silly things. I got a couple ok smiles so I declared it a success.

i LOVE her huge smile!

I almost forgot...the photo shoot was interrupted because Isabel was hungry. After her snack, there was blowout number 1. I cleaned her up and stayed calm. Luckily, I was in the middle of doing wash so I could clean her dirty clothes right away. I  almost felt like a seasoned mom handling this.

We played for a good hour. I really couldn't ask for more.

Nap 2 was great. She went down fairly well and was asleep in her crib so I was going to get started on a new crock pot recipe. I was feeling very confident at this point. I had a happy sleeping baby, cleaned a little, and I was going to have dinner ready by the time Chris got home. I also got to eat lunch and cut up some veggies for snacks.

Isabel woke up. We played some more and even went for a walk. The weather was warm for this time of year. She feel asleep on our walk so nap 3 was happening! YES! Still feeling very proud at this point.

While she was sleeping, I added the final ingredients to the crock pot. I could tell something wasn't right, but I didn't stop. (Kate, sorry I didn't answer the phone. I was trying to think of how could I save dinner.) At this point, I knew dinner was going to be really horrible. I called Chris to warn him and tell him he couldn't make fun of me or bring up past kitchen blunders. He was surprisingly supportive. So I was feeling slightly hopeful.

Isabel woke up and we played some more. I was getting huge smiles so I thought we could Skype.  First we called our dear friend Marcie in the Philippines. It was short and sweet due to our internet. Then I called the in-laws. Isabel was adorable for them with her smiles and cooing. I regained my confidence and felt like a pretty good daughter-in-law. Of course the call ended with her crying, but that's normal - she's a baby.

This is the cute girl Marcie got to see. 

I figured she was hungry. Milk was served. While I was burping her, I heard it and thought shit. (Jessi, sorry I didn't answer the phone.) We ran to the changing table. I got the sleep sack off in time. The PJs would have to be changed for sure. There was poop everywhere. Just then, Chris got home. I grabbed the completely naked Izzy (I couldn't leave her on the changing table) and ran for help. I told Chris what had just happened. He was going to start a bath, when she did it. She pooped on me and the floor. Ugh! Not feeling so confident. I went from super mom to a hot mess.

Chris gave her a bath as I cleaned up the poop. We redid our bedtime routine. I put her down and she was sleeping! Victory! Well she cried a little, but was sleeping. Then cried a little again, but went back to sleep. I'll still take this as a win.

Chris tried the dinner I wrecked. He said it wasn't that bad, but the texture was off. Neither of us to could stand to eat more than 3 bites. What a wastes! It's like paste. It's so bad. I was so pleased because I felt like I had things under control or that I knew what I was doing. Not so much. Chris saw the crock pot and thinks it was also pooped on today. :( Cottage cheese and cereal for dinner. We have to go to the grocery store tomorrow.

Chicken dumpling paste - so gross!

I guess the lesson to be learned is not to be so overly confident because you will get pooped on! Should we go up a diaper size? She's just under 12 lbs. We have her in size 1-2 from Costco. (Up to 15 lbs) 2 blowouts in one day is not normal.

I know this day really wasn't that bad. It's more comical to me. I'm very happy to have Crispix for dinner. I hope my day's high and low points made you smile.