What's That on Your Shirt?

Woke Declan up at 7:30 this morning so that I could spend some time with the kid before Gramma was to arrive and I head off to work.

We were hanging out when Declan clapped his hands. So cute. That's new. I tried to get him to clap again by clapping myself but instead Declan grabbed my hands and clapped my hands instead. So cute, his little baby hands on mine.

Soon after Gramma arrived for her two hours of babysitting and what's that?....Poppa came along! Lucky little Declan. No playing shy this time, Declan was happy for his company.

Daddy was home from work by 10:40am and he arrived to a napping little guy. He woke up right away and it was Daddy-Declan day.

At one point early afternoon Declan was sitting along in our bed (Daddy was in the bathroom) when Daddy heard something going on. He peaked in and found our little muffin man had not only recorded his own voice onto his iPhone but he was playing it back. How is this even possible!?!?

But the best part of the day had to be Daddy's diaper changes. He was all ready to tell me about the horrible poop diaper from 1pm. The one where it almost escaped from the diaper. Then at 6:45pm came the poop diaper to end all poop diapers. Good thing Daddy has a cold and can't breath through his nose. Poop....everywhere. I got to hear all about it, how it came out if the diaper and up his back. Poor Daddy...poor Declan.

Tyler....

What's that on your shirt?

Poop.