Hmph!

Bradley was cruising around in his walker and making a bunch of bird noises as usual when I decided I wanted to pick him up and give him a big "I love you" squeeze for being so cute. I scoop him up into my arms and he wiggles in and blows a raspberry on my face. Is there anything more perfect than motherhood I wonder to myself? However, I no longer smell the clean baby smell that I associate with my son but instead a foul odor. At the same instant I smell this I realize that my arm feels wet. He might be cute but he sure makes diaper companies out to be liars with the "leak proof protection" promises. Oh well, what is a second shower and some additional laundry really in the big scheme of things?