Do you ever have a day where you KNOW, right off the bat that you should just go back to bed?
Yesterday was that day for me.
The source of my troubles?
Could there be any doubt that it all starts with Harry Houdini?
My little super villain has figured out how to circumvent the duct tape.
Seriously, can no one stop this madness?
So, I got up and got dressed, and I hear Katie wake up so I sent Emma in to go and get...and I hear...."Noooooooooooooooooooooo! Oh, gross. Mooooooooooooooooooooom!"
Really, do I even need to go and look? Did anything good in life ever start with that?
When I went in to check on her, the little turkey had taken off her pajamas and while she still had the diaper securely taped around her waist, she had figured out that if she yanked on the bottom of her diaper, she could maneuver it out from under the duct tape.
Seriously, so while it was still around her waist, the rest of it was hanging free and now empty of it's "precious" cargo. ack.
So, we zipped her up into her pajamas backwards to put her to bed last night, and now I face a lifetime of backward clothing to stop her evil powers.