Huggies, You Are Dead To Me

This was going to be a hilarious post, filled with '80s pop-culture references to Flashdance, with an extremely funny reference to Irene Cara and the song "She's a Maniac"... Ada was sporting a onesie that was a bit too big and kept slipping off her shoulder in a sort of mini-urchin-lady-welder kind of way. See below:
Ada's no longer wearing that garment. Why you ask? Well, just as I was shooting this picture: ...I felt a sticky gooey-ness on the front of my shirt. Yes, that's right. She pooped up the back of her diaper and on to everything. This never happened until we started using this clearly sub-par brand of diapers. I have since banished them.

It's possible that many (most) of Ada Today's loyal readers are disgusted or at least uninterested in her poop so I'm sorry to have to refer to it. It's just that it really does seem exciting to me. I used to wonder why parents spent so much time talking about their childrens' bodily functions and now I'm one of them. Babies are so incredibly helpless when they're born -- they have to learn how to do even the most basic things, and learning those basic things can be extremely painful. Watching Ada poop successfully is a relief -- she's no longer in pain and she stops crying. Phew. Let's sound the trumpets!

And for those of you who are still grossed out, I promise: it really doesn't stink.