Oh how 4/2/07 has changed that. Projectile pee (yes, girls do that too apparently) and what seems like non-stop trips to the "Diaper Genie" (if you had a baby prior to 1999, you probably used what we in the business refer to as a "trash can" to dispose of diapers--we, on the other hand, summon the services of a has been genie to sit on top of about 25 poo bombs and magically make the odor disappear) have replaced the previously mentioned footloose and fancy freedom we experienced as newlyweds. Now, one might get to this point in my rant and mistakenly think I am complaining--au contraire. Acknowledgment of change is not the same as complaining of change. I'm told a picture says a thousand words, so I'll let the 4,000 words below explain why I would trade all of the spontaneous trips in the world for sweet little Sydney Claire. Absolutely amazing.
