The Post of No Swim Diaper and a Little Girl...

Isabella must have known I was in somewhat of a slump for blogging. I swear, she just knew.

After our naps today she wanted to go outside. I was starving so we decided to grill out at the same time.

She wanted to play with her sprinkler mat and I brought out a good book to read in the shade. I didn't bother putting her suit on--she didn't mind and I didn't mind.

But someone (ahem, Leo) thought that I should put her suit on.

After she was changed she didn't even go play in the water--she was just chillin' in her toddler coupe car.

She was on the porch and telling us bye, waving, the works.

I noticed she was quiet for awhile but glancing at her next to me she was just, well, chillin'.

She suddenly jumps up and says uh-oh!

Which, by the way, she has done all day and points to her diaper.

I saw what I thought was. um, dirt on her hands and she came over to me.

The dirt now looked like mud up close.

Uh-oh. Now it was my turn to say it.

I opened up her swimsuit (note--there was no swim diaper on, I figured she wouldn't go in her suit....) and the "mud" was in there.

The mud? Not so much mud.

I looked down. It was on my leg from her hands.

Leo ran and got the hose, stripped her down and started spraying.

He was spraying and trying to get her sandals off and she lands right. on. his. foot!!

I was laughing so hard at the scene playing out in front of me.

Poop was literally everywhere. The back door, our legs, his foot and shoe and the whole time she was getting sprayed off?

She kept shrieking "Weeeee!" like she was having the time of her life.

Thanks for the laughs, Bella! I definitely needed those, sweetheart, I definitely needed some laughs.

And you never fail to deliver.