I get the bad parent of the week award. It's a familiar story for parents... last night C started fussing about 4 a.m., but I could tell she wasn't awake. So I waited to see if she would stop on her own. She didn't stop, but it didn't escalate either. Anyway, I finally went in, and (say it with me...) poopy diaper. My poor little grown-up girl, trying to soothe herself back to sleep while lying in her own filth.

Even though I felt really bad, it was also hard not to laugh--she never fully woke up the whole time I was changing her, but she was clearly annoyed to have the lamp on and the cold wipe on her butt (and she was a little chapped besides). Her latest thing is to blow raspberries when she's really mad--so she's got her eyes closed, and she's going, "Wah! Pbbbt! Wah! Pbbbt!"

Then I sat down with her and rocked for a few minutes. Her eyes were open but she was in the zone--not really awake, just looking up at me, and I could swear she was thinking something like, "Wow, that experience really sucked, but then you made it all better. Thanks."

But that could be my imagination.