Yesterday Miss Molly turned two months old. Two months! So today she was off to the doctor for her two-month-well-visit. (Crazy punctual -- are you proud of me, Stephanie?)
To get ready for her visit, Molly had a luxurious bath this morning. She was soaped up and lotioned -- every crevice was checked to make sure that she'd be ready for her inspection at the doctor's office. After Macey's breathing condition that I did not take care of and Molly's surprise yeast infection at her last visit, I had to repair my reputation in this doctor's office. I was a good Mom this morning.
We took the girls to school and then went to see the doctor. I stripped Molly down to her diaper and smelled it. IT. Big time IT. I had just a few minutes before the doctor came in. She still had a chance to be beautiful and clean and there was a chance that I would still look like a good Mom.
Until I opened my purse/baby bag.
I had one wipe.
One wipe would not take care of IT.
I got desperate, begged Molly for forgiveness, and wetted some paper towels that were in the exam room. Okay. She got pretty clean. And the doctor was still not there. Pfew.
I wrapped her up in a blanket.
And then I heard PPPFFFFffffffttttttttt.
So much for showing off my parenting skills.