Otis is a very friendly, happy and energetic kid (As I write this he is naked, jumping on my back squeezing my neck and tugging at my hair telling me he is going to put me in time out). And I am ignoring him because I do need a time out of my own. A lot of people at church and other places often ask me the same question, "Is he always this fun and happy?"
NO. The answer is NO. I have spent the last hour cleaning poop off every bar and crevice of the crib and toddler pictured above. I was enjoying a cupcake all to myself celebrating that both kids were napping at the same time today. After almost an hour Otis started calling my name. I walked in his room to the most horrific scene of a poop-covered crib, floor and 2 year old (and for the record, this is not the first time this has happened).
After a bath and disgusting clean up job. I went downstairs to find that Otis had dumped out a tub of sour cream and was eating it off the floor. While I was cleaning that up, Otis ran up to Milly's room and jumped in her crib, waking her up. I thought I might die at that point.
I'm sure I will laugh about this adorable toddler phase one day, but today is not that day.
