ahhh precious...

Ahhh precious! Right? I couldn't resist taking this picture of my hubby and the wee babe resting on Sunday afternoon (as I am slaving in the kitchen). Here's a snip-it of the conversation that led up to the photograph...

Steve: "Where do you want me to put her down"

Tina: "Why don't you just hold her, you never just get the chance to just hold her"

Steve: "I just don't want to have a spoiled baby"

Tina: "She's growing too fast, and she's too little to spoil anyway"

End of conversation as daddy and wee babe sit down to drift off into dreamland. As you can see, he is still in his Sunday shirt and suit pants. Why would I point out such a detail? As I am in the kitchen (slaving, as previously mentioned) I hear what could only be described as an explosion of epic proportion... yes, the wee babe had woke her father up with a gift of yellow poo all over his white shirt and suit pants. Seriously, it was so loud and I am still convinced that the diaper served absolutely no purpose in this situation. I rushed over to assess the damage. Steve didn't find it nearly as funny as I did, but of course I wasn't the one covered in yellow doo-doo. The best part (or worst if you're on the receiving end of this precious gift) was that it had somehow gone under his belt and trailed into the back pocket of his suit. Of course Sara didn't flinch as she quietly slumbered, having no idea the comic relief she had just provided her mother. However, I must admit I felt really bad later, not because I was laughing, but for not taking the after picture!

I will say again... ahhh precious!