Lylah's blowout

Warning: If you would like to not hear a gross, poop story, skip to the next paragraph.  Soooo....... Today was my day to wake up early with Lylah and I had no idea what was in store for me.  As I lay her on the changing table, everything seemed normal.  Then, as the pajama buttons are popped off, the smell emits into the air, and I can never un-smell that which lay before me.  But worse was that all down her left leg was brown bits of this and that, plus more.  Lylah had a complete blowout of poo.  "Where do I even start?" I thought?!  Um...So I just tried to get the diaper out from under her as quickly as possible, and get her pj's off.  I threw the pajamas on the floor (dirty side up of course) and proceeded to juggle cleaning her, keeping her somewhat still, and dodging flailing legs kicking bits of corn at me. Ok, so the corn didn't really fly anywhere, but, ugh.  Gross.  Finally, somehow, I got this monster under control.  It must have taken me 10 wipes to get the job done.

But then my little bug was just happy and smiling, as normal.  And then, the blowout really didn't matter anymore! :-)

Every morning Lylah 'helps' me let the dogs outside.  I walk her to the door, she usually says dadow (Which we think might be doggy) and she smiles!  She has been a very happy baby lately and it's been really awesome!  When people ask me about her, I always say first, "She is really awesome!" because I believe that encompasses her.

Since the mariachi video posted last time on our blog, I have picked up the guitar a few times.  Lylah will stare at me while I play it for her, or she will come over and bang on it.  Occasionally she will hit the strings, but she also tries to grab them and pull so we don't let her around the strings for long.

She's crazy about chords and electrical outlets (yikes!) right now.  We are constantly having to teach her right now that she cannot be around them.  Luckily, ours are already child protected.  They are built with a fail-safe inside that you have to push through with both prongs of a plug to get to the electrical part of the outlet.  That doesn't calm us much though when we see her playing with it.  And if she is trying to play with something that is plugged in already, just one touch to a prong with her little fingers could be disaster.  So we watch her very closely around the hallway and near any plugs or outlets.