Because it was the ONLY barrier between her and getting her diaper off. Now do you understand??? To clarify- it was the only thing coming between me and poop all over the floor and her crib, or waking up to Quinn in a puddle of pee while her diaper sits useless on her bedroom floor. NOW do you understand??
So- the solution??
Yellow duck-tape. And she screamed and cried the first time we put it on, but now she refers to it as her "belt." Pretty handy, if you ask me. (Thank you Aunt Bonnie for the idea!)
Other than our diaper woes, I have been incredibley sick. Morning sickness is NOT limited to mornings, or afternoons, or really ANY certain time of day. I hate it. I really really hate it. But I try to remember that this is all in the name of something (or someone?) really wonderful.
So, why sloppy joes?, you may wonder. Because last night I got the brilliant idea to make them and they were the first thing in over 3 weeks that both sounded and tasted divine (other than Little Caesar's pizza). And after I ate my fill (3, it was 3 alright- I AM eating for two now ya know) I felt amazing- better than I have felt in a long time. I wish there was some way to convey to you the amazingness of that experience, but sadly- you will just have to take my word for it.
AND our apartment can now officially be referred to as Sloppy Joe's- since being sick, the dishes sit in the sink for at least a week, the toilet hasn't been cleaned in two and a half weeks (this is huge- I HATE having a dirty toilet), and our bed NEVER get's made anymore (why make it when I'm just going to fall back into it, the minute Quinn goes down for a nap?). Poor Tyson. We had to have "the talk" about lowering your standards.
I'm sorry hon- but the apartment is not going to be picked up and dinner simmering on the stove when you walk through the door every night. I know you've gotten used to that (yeah right!), but.... you've really got to lower your standards now, or I'm going to go crazy.
I think it went well. He only pulled out a few fistfuls of hair and then we moved on. So if you're looking for a dirty old time- stop by Sloppy Joe's (just remember to check your standards at the door!).