What do I mean? This…

BUSTED!!

…is what I mean. About a month or so ago we had a similar scene, except my son was in his crib and it was his own poop he was covered in. This time was a case of him being “too quiet” and me turning around from my packing to find that he had somehow found and got into the pack of frosting that was left over from filling the cake I made this past weekend.

Into the bath he went!

It’s just been a bit of a day today. I’ve spent two hours wrestling with the phone company and will still have to call them back because in transfering our plan ‘exactly as is’ they have somehow dropped our international discount. Our phone number WILL be changing, despite what I said to everyone in email yesterday. It turns out that whoever I was talking to yesterday had no idea what they were doing because they were only capable of dealing with residential lines not business ones.

My other frustration is that I was only able to get ONE box from the grocery store today. That’s not going to help much with packing…