Thrifty finds and a story about poop

It certainly is nice having John home for the summer. One of the perks is that I actually get to go to the thrift store by myself, and on the 25% off day nonetheless. I was trying to find a few finishing touches for my swap (for which I was successful) and ended up finding some other goodies as well. I swiped up this lot of See, Hear, and Read books with records.

They're so cute I can't stand it. Even a Strawberry Shortcake one. I had these books when I was a kid and had one of those tiny little record players in my room. Oh, how I loved them.

I also found this cute vintage paper tablecloth. I think the print is just so darling and I wish it were fabric!! Anyway, it is still in the package and I'll probably use it for some papercrafting.

And now, the reason why you're probably really reading this post. The poop story. Now, if you don't like poop stories, stop reading!! It goes something like this:

Last night Isaiah went to bed surprisingly easy. I said yesterday that he hadn't been sleeping well, so this was a much welcomed easy night to bed. Ohh, wishful thinking. He woke up around 10ish and I brought him into my bed where he promptly fell back asleep. Sometime after My Life on the D-List, I fell asleep next to him, only to be kicked and pushed by Isaiah in his sleep. Shortly after that, he woke up and stayed up until 1:15 at which time I called John at Outback and asked him if he was going to be home soon because I was too delirious to deal with Isaiah. Long story short, Isaiah stayed up and played until about 3ish and then slept with us, only to wake up at 7am. Being the good, tired parents we are, we put him in his crib. I thought we were in the clear and we heard no noise until 8:15. I just thought it would be o.k. for him to play in there for awhile. No one told me that a kid screaming and making monkey noises meant that the child needed something. Who knew. I walk in the room, only to find Isaiah standing naked in his bed, a poopy diaper on the floor, and several poop smears on the crib, activity box, and sheets. Oh yeah, and all over Isaiah's face. Why didn't I think to take a picture!?!? Surely he'd want to see that photo in his wedding collage.

Several notes to self next time (and hopefully there won't be a next time)

1. Do not put child in bed in just a diaper. Pants with suspenders are necessary.

2. If a child is screaming loudly and making strange monkey noises, one should check on him pronto. Don't play the waiting game with your husband to see who will get up first.

3. After child won't go to bed at 3am, put a note on him "Free Cute Baby" and leave him on the curb. Just kidding, I'd wait til morning when there are more people awake.

I know I'm not the only delirious poopy smeared mama out there. Please tell me someone feels my pain!! Oh, and my favorite quote from John. "Did he think that if he made monkey noises that it would be ok for him to smear his poop!?!"