Happy Stinky Valentine's Day!

Around 2 am, I heard Sam yelling for me from his room. I stayed in my bed, hoping that if I ignored him long enough he'd give up and go back to sleep. After a minute or two, he walked into my room. He was angry. When I reached out to hug him, I found his jammies completely soaked. Sigh - a leaked diaper.

I'm so glad no one could see us staggering around, trying to get him cleaned up. I was still half-asleep and went from room to room, trying to find the diapers. Sam cried when I pulled his pajamas off and cleaned him up. He ended up sleeping in my bed the rest of the night, wearing only a clean diaper.

Despite our middle-of-the-night antics, today started out as a great morning. I had the kitchen clean and dinner in the crock-pot by 8. Sam happily rearranged the bottom two shelves of the refrigerator as I worked. Then, 10 minutes ago, I changed his diaper. There had been a diaper failure of epic proportions. I won't go into the details. Just know that it was horrible.

I am so glad it's Valentine's Day, and we have candy in the house! I have a sneaking suspicion I will spend the next few hours hiding in a closet with a box of assorted chocolates.