Poor Daddy

Daddy has been changing Abi’s diapers since she was born, and has been a great sport about it.  The first traumatic poopy happened the day we came home from the hospital.  I was alseep, and Abi had a huge poopy.  It was so big that it got into her hair.  Grandma cleaned her up with Daddy’s help, and Daddy survived the trauma.  Today, Daddy faced yet another big hurdle, and this time all on his own.  Abi had the first solidish poopy from her cereal, again while Mommy was sleeping.  Daddy cleaned her up.  Go Daddy!