{p,h,f,r} Recital Redux

{pretty}

This is the outfit that Cupcake wore to the piano recital.
This is not the outfit she came home in.
More on that later.

{happy}

Apparently, coffee grounds make my gardenia bush VERY happy! Look at all these blooms! It is blooming like crazy! We've lived here almost 10 years and this bush has never produced like this before!

{funny}

This is the outfit she watched the piano recital in. Because when you are a baby who hasn't had a stinky diaper in two days, the optimum time to clear your bowels is when you are sitting in a beautiful, frilly dress... in your car seat. You know, car seats have the double threat of multiplying the force of the stinky explosion by their shape and simultaneously muffling the sound with their cushioning so that the unsuspecting Mommy doesn't discover the disaster until she has picked the baby up and is holding the cute little post-detonation stink bomb in her arms. Yeah. That was fun. So, um... about that pretty little dress. It is no more. We left it buried at the bottom of the bathroom trash can. Not because it was too dirty to clean but rather... we had to cut it off her body. Uh huh!

It was THAT bad.

What else could we do? It was a pullover style with a little too tight waist/shoulder ratio anyway. No zippers, no snaps. Neither Sean nor I could see anyway to remove it from her without smearing stink all over her head. I wiped off what I could in the parking lot while traumatizing all the little children who were hurrying in to play their recital pieces first, wrapped her up in a blanket, carried her into the restroom and proceeded to bathe her in the sink. Thank goodness this Protestant church had nice bathrooms! I probably should have left an apology for the janitor.

{real}

It's real hard to take pictures of standing babies. She kept trying to bounce and sway.

Who me?

~ Capturing the context of contentment in everyday life ~
with the lovely ladies at Like Mother, Like Daughter