This is the best (and easiest) chicken parmesan I have ever made. I'm thinking it had something to do with the pasta sauce I used because I've cooked it this way before and never has it been quite as amazing. I know it's a sin to used jarred sauce but I'm not Italian so I'm thinking there is an exception for me. Either way if you are a sauce maker feel free to sub your own.
Servings: 4-6
Prep time: 10 minutes
Bake time: 30 minutes
Ingredients:
1 lb thin sliced chicken breast
1 jar Bertolli Olive Oil and Garlic pasta sauce
1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil
1/2 cup italian seasoned bread crumbs
1/2 cup parmesan cheese
1 tablespoon garlic powder
1/2 bag shredded mozzarella cheese
Preheat oven to 350. Spray 9x13 baking dish with cooking spray or grease with butter. In a small bowl, combine olive oil and garlic powder. Microwave 45 seconds just to blend the two. In a shallow dish, combine bread crumbs and parm cheese. Dip chicken in olive oil & garlic then coat with bread crumb mixture. Place chicken in baking dish. Bake 15 minutes, flip chicken and bake 10 minutes. Remove from oven and cover chicken with pasta sauce and shredded cheese. Cook another 5 minutes. Serve with veggies or a side of pasta.
James claims this was quite possibly the best chicken parm he has ever had. He even compared it to his favorite chicken parm at the Olive Garden which in my book is one of the highest compliments I can receive from my husband.
James rating: 4.5 out of 5 stars
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Shoprite...blech!
Did you ever notice that people at the grocery seem to temporarily lose their minds the minute they walk through those automatic doors? It's like there is some sort of sensor that causes the common sense to go flying right out of their brains.
I don't know about you, but I do not have time in my day to idly wander the aisles of Shoprite. The morning (or night before) my planned trip to the local Shoprite I write out a list of all of the things we need. This keeps me from buying unnecessary crap and ensures I don't have to wander up and down every aisle racking my brain for whether we need tuna or peanut butter. But despite my list, I always end up spending way more time in Shoprite than I deem necessary. One of these days I am going to snap and have a minor fit on one of the following people:
The person who drives their car at 5mph looking for the closest spot to the store. Listen my friend, stop being lazy and just put your car in a spot already. Even Giselle could probably use the walk now and again so take right foot, put on gas and go.
The couple who stands in the middle of the aisle arguing over whether or not to buy the $2.50 box of Princess and the Frog fruit snacks. The aisles at my Shoprite are so small that two carts can barely pass each other without you planting your cart on one side of the aisle and your husband planting himself on the other side waving the box of fruit snacks at you like a maniac. I know we are in a recession but it is $2.50! Put them in the cart and stop blocking my access to the oatmeal for Pete's sake. This is also why I do my grocery shopping solo. Maybe you should consider this next time lady.
The women who haven't seen each other in "over a year" (their exact words) who proceed to position their carts at the back of the spaghetti aisle. So while they make trivial conversation and pretend to give a crap about what the other person is saying I am stuck waiting for you to notice me impatiently tapping my foot. Take the reunion to the local Applebees and catch up over apple martinis. Shoprite is not the place to discuss what little Johnny and little Susie have been up to. No one cares.
The woman who stands in front of the yogurt display, trying to figure out which is the cheapest brand. It is yogurt! Most of them are under $1 a piece! Grab a handful and go. And seriously, you appear to be around 50. Price be damned. I'm 28 and I don't care what's on sale. It's Dannon Lite and Fit in my house or its nothing. Also, don't give me the stink eye when I blatantly walk in front of you, grab my yogurts and peace out back to my cart. You may have all day to figure out how to save a quarter but I don't have the desire to spend my entire day in the Spotswood Shoprite. Maybe if you had a life you wouldn't either.
And please don't even get me started on the lack of manners the fine patrons of Shoprite seem to possess. I swear the last time I was there I must have said "excuse me" and "I'm sorry" at least half a dozen times. Do you think a nicety was tossed in my direction even once? You can bet that's a big fat no.
I don't know about you, but I do not have time in my day to idly wander the aisles of Shoprite. The morning (or night before) my planned trip to the local Shoprite I write out a list of all of the things we need. This keeps me from buying unnecessary crap and ensures I don't have to wander up and down every aisle racking my brain for whether we need tuna or peanut butter. But despite my list, I always end up spending way more time in Shoprite than I deem necessary. One of these days I am going to snap and have a minor fit on one of the following people:
The person who drives their car at 5mph looking for the closest spot to the store. Listen my friend, stop being lazy and just put your car in a spot already. Even Giselle could probably use the walk now and again so take right foot, put on gas and go.
The couple who stands in the middle of the aisle arguing over whether or not to buy the $2.50 box of Princess and the Frog fruit snacks. The aisles at my Shoprite are so small that two carts can barely pass each other without you planting your cart on one side of the aisle and your husband planting himself on the other side waving the box of fruit snacks at you like a maniac. I know we are in a recession but it is $2.50! Put them in the cart and stop blocking my access to the oatmeal for Pete's sake. This is also why I do my grocery shopping solo. Maybe you should consider this next time lady.
The women who haven't seen each other in "over a year" (their exact words) who proceed to position their carts at the back of the spaghetti aisle. So while they make trivial conversation and pretend to give a crap about what the other person is saying I am stuck waiting for you to notice me impatiently tapping my foot. Take the reunion to the local Applebees and catch up over apple martinis. Shoprite is not the place to discuss what little Johnny and little Susie have been up to. No one cares.
The woman who stands in front of the yogurt display, trying to figure out which is the cheapest brand. It is yogurt! Most of them are under $1 a piece! Grab a handful and go. And seriously, you appear to be around 50. Price be damned. I'm 28 and I don't care what's on sale. It's Dannon Lite and Fit in my house or its nothing. Also, don't give me the stink eye when I blatantly walk in front of you, grab my yogurts and peace out back to my cart. You may have all day to figure out how to save a quarter but I don't have the desire to spend my entire day in the Spotswood Shoprite. Maybe if you had a life you wouldn't either.
And please don't even get me started on the lack of manners the fine patrons of Shoprite seem to possess. I swear the last time I was there I must have said "excuse me" and "I'm sorry" at least half a dozen times. Do you think a nicety was tossed in my direction even once? You can bet that's a big fat no.
I implore you, please do not treat your grocery shopping as a leisurely stroll through the park. Make a list. Move through the aisles with purpose. And for the love of god don't use the self checkout if you can't figure out how to scan your items.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Recipe: Easy Cheesy Tilapia
I am a huge fan of tilapia. It is both good for you and doesn't taste too fishy (I don't do salmon or many other fish). Our favorite tilapia recipe is delicious but chock full of calories. I found this recipe on my go-to site, allrecipes.com, however, the original recipe called for it to be baked in the oven and mine is on the fritz so I altered it to cook on the stovetop.
There are a few things to love about this dish. #1, it was super easy. From start to finish it took me under 20 minutes to get dinner on the table. #2, it was fairly inexpensive to make. Tilapia filets were $6 and the bag of steamed veggies I served on the side were on sale for $1.66. Everything else I already had on hand (another plus for this recipe). #3, I love that the only bad thing here is the cream cheese and it's only 4 ounces so it's not that tragic. The total calorie count is 210 per filet.
And the best part? James said this is a definite "make again" and gives the dish 4.5 out of 5 stars. I hope you enjoy it as much as we did!
Servings: 4
prep time: 10 minutes
cook time: 4 minutes
Ingredients:
4 tilapia filets
lemon pepper seasoning
4 oz cream cheese
1/2 tablespoon dried dill weed
lemon juice to taste
vegetable oil or olive oil
minched or powdered garlic (optional)
In a skillet over medium heat, pour enough vegetable or olive oil in the skillet to coat the bottom. Add a teaspoon of minced garlic (or a dusting of powdered garlic) if desired. Season tilapia filets on each side with a sprinkle of lemon pepper seasoning (old bay seasoning would work too). Place filets in warm skillet and cook 2 minutes on each side or until fish flakes with fork.
While fish cooks, melt cream cheese in microwave. Add dill weed. Add lemon juice until mixture is of desired texture (I wanted mine slightly thick but others might like it thinner). You might want to start with a small amount of lemon and taste test the cheese mixture as you go.
Once filets are cooked place on plate and spread with cheese sauce. Serve immediately.
There are a few things to love about this dish. #1, it was super easy. From start to finish it took me under 20 minutes to get dinner on the table. #2, it was fairly inexpensive to make. Tilapia filets were $6 and the bag of steamed veggies I served on the side were on sale for $1.66. Everything else I already had on hand (another plus for this recipe). #3, I love that the only bad thing here is the cream cheese and it's only 4 ounces so it's not that tragic. The total calorie count is 210 per filet.
And the best part? James said this is a definite "make again" and gives the dish 4.5 out of 5 stars. I hope you enjoy it as much as we did!
Servings: 4
prep time: 10 minutes
cook time: 4 minutes
Ingredients:
4 tilapia filets
lemon pepper seasoning
4 oz cream cheese
1/2 tablespoon dried dill weed
lemon juice to taste
vegetable oil or olive oil
minched or powdered garlic (optional)
In a skillet over medium heat, pour enough vegetable or olive oil in the skillet to coat the bottom. Add a teaspoon of minced garlic (or a dusting of powdered garlic) if desired. Season tilapia filets on each side with a sprinkle of lemon pepper seasoning (old bay seasoning would work too). Place filets in warm skillet and cook 2 minutes on each side or until fish flakes with fork.
While fish cooks, melt cream cheese in microwave. Add dill weed. Add lemon juice until mixture is of desired texture (I wanted mine slightly thick but others might like it thinner). You might want to start with a small amount of lemon and taste test the cheese mixture as you go.
Once filets are cooked place on plate and spread with cheese sauce. Serve immediately.
Friday, November 19, 2010
My Favorite 4 Letter Word
ETSY. If you don't know it, you might want to stop reading. Now. Otherwise I can't be held responsible for how the following post might affect your wallet.
There are a lot of things I said I'd never do with my child. I'd never let her sleep in my room (too late). I'd never sleep on the couch with her (been doing it for months). You can see where I am going with this. My point is that until you have a child you have no idea what you will do. Which brings us to ETSY.
Headbands: They are a personal choice every mommy has to make for herself. And personally? I loathe headbands. Especially on bald babies or babies with little to no hair. I understand you just want the world to know your baby is a girl. That I totally get. But the bows and flowers that are the size of your kid's head or bigger? Just not my style. My kid is not a Giudice. But plenty of people love them and more power to you. I'm not here to judge.
So I once said my child would NEVER wear a headband. And in true Kyle fashion I was rather vocal about it. To a lot of people. But then Emily came out rocking a full head of hair. And before I knew what was happening, I was putting bows in her hair. Little ones. And I'll be damned-she looked cute! My need for cute bows and clips became an obsession. Enter me sitting at home on maternity leave harboring a growing love of this new website I had found. Naptime became dangerous.
Etsy.com is a magical website where you can find pretty much anything under the sun that one could make by hand. Sometimes the choices are overwhelming. I dare you to go to their site and search "crochet infant hat". After you pick your jaw up off of the floor at how many people make and sell said hats, check out how much these bad boys are. And there are sellers who offer free shipping!
One of the things I absolutely love about Etsy is that I am supporting small businesses, stay at home mom's, etc...most of whom are located right here in the good old USA. So not only is Emily rocking a totally cute handmade hat, it wasn't made by some poor kid in a Chinese sweatshop working for 25 cents an hour. That's just little old me, doing my part to stimulate our crappy economy. It's a good way to justify why our 4 month old needs at least a dozen Christmas bows and clips, no?
There are a lot of things I said I'd never do with my child. I'd never let her sleep in my room (too late). I'd never sleep on the couch with her (been doing it for months). You can see where I am going with this. My point is that until you have a child you have no idea what you will do. Which brings us to ETSY.
Headbands: They are a personal choice every mommy has to make for herself. And personally? I loathe headbands. Especially on bald babies or babies with little to no hair. I understand you just want the world to know your baby is a girl. That I totally get. But the bows and flowers that are the size of your kid's head or bigger? Just not my style. My kid is not a Giudice. But plenty of people love them and more power to you. I'm not here to judge.
So I once said my child would NEVER wear a headband. And in true Kyle fashion I was rather vocal about it. To a lot of people. But then Emily came out rocking a full head of hair. And before I knew what was happening, I was putting bows in her hair. Little ones. And I'll be damned-she looked cute! My need for cute bows and clips became an obsession. Enter me sitting at home on maternity leave harboring a growing love of this new website I had found. Naptime became dangerous.
Etsy.com is a magical website where you can find pretty much anything under the sun that one could make by hand. Sometimes the choices are overwhelming. I dare you to go to their site and search "crochet infant hat". After you pick your jaw up off of the floor at how many people make and sell said hats, check out how much these bad boys are. And there are sellers who offer free shipping!
One of the things I absolutely love about Etsy is that I am supporting small businesses, stay at home mom's, etc...most of whom are located right here in the good old USA. So not only is Emily rocking a totally cute handmade hat, it wasn't made by some poor kid in a Chinese sweatshop working for 25 cents an hour. That's just little old me, doing my part to stimulate our crappy economy. It's a good way to justify why our 4 month old needs at least a dozen Christmas bows and clips, no?
Baby Merlin's Magic Sleep Suit
For the first three months of Emily's life I did something I always swore up and down I'd never do. I slept on the couch with her on my chest. Spare me the lectures because I am 100% aware of how terrible that is. But you try to deal with a baby who refuses to sleep unless held and then come talk to me. Everyone told me swaddle, swaddle, swaddle. Well guess what? Emily does not like to be swaddled. She would either cry the minute you swaddled her or she pull a Houdini and rip her arms out of that blanket in 2.5 seconds flat. So I began to swaddle her from the armpits down and left her little arms free to flail about. Except when she would flail her arms about it would startle her and wake her up. I resigned myself to the fact that I would probably be sleeping on the couch with her until she was 18 and moving away to college. Cody was in all his glory and more than once I found his furry little head up near my pillow. At least one of us was getting to enjoy my side of the bed.
The pediatrician had said Emily's sleep issues might not be resolved until she was 6 months old. I could handle a few weeks of sleeping on the couch but 6 months? No way, Jose. So off to the trusty world wide interweb I went. In the beginning of my pregnancy I began frequenting thebump.com and desperately hoped the mom's there would have the answer to all of my sleep issues.
I should have known my fellow mommies would have the answers. After a few days of searching buzz began to grow over this new product that promised to change my life-Baby Merlin's Magic Sleep Suit. It is designed for babies who are too big to be swaddled and would keep them from moving their limbs and startling themselves. I sifted through various posts of women attesting to how wonderful this little suit was. When I saw someone mention it was only $39.95 I jumped on and ordered one of those bad boys. Even if it didn't work it wasn't like I was spending hundreds of dollars. I crossed my fingers and hoped this was the answer to all of my problems.
When the suit came in the mail I did a little dance of joy, ripped the package open and immediately stuffed Emily into it. As soon as I saw her staring up at me I started cracking up. She totally looked like Randy from A Christmas Story in it ("I can't put my arms down!"). Even if the thing didn't work I could at least snap a few photos to show her reason #254 why she will eventually need a therapist.
Laugh if you want. Make fun of me for putting my baby something so ridiculous looking. But I will have the last laugh because this sucker actually works! Not only does it keep her snug but it also keeps her warm, eliminating the need for the dreaded blanket in the crib. My girl went from wailing the minute we put her down to sleeping soundly for upwards of 10 hours at night in this thing. $40 well spent!
So if you are looking for the perfect baby shower gift I highly recommend you pick one up for the mommy to be. People might give you the side eye when she opens it but trust me she will be calling you after the baby is born to thank you.
Milestone
Last night, on the eve of Emily’s 4 month birthday, she and I both had a breakthrough.
It was 11pm and she was wide awake and ready to play. Mommy and daddy have deemed this an unacceptable bedtime for an infant and I promptly whisked her upstairs, put her in her “Baby Merlin’s Magic Sleep Suit” (review of this product to come) and rocked her. Within 15 minutes she was asleep. At this point a tiny voice in my head says “put her in her crib”. The other voice says “no! bring her into your room and put her in the pack & play”. I’m guessing it was delirium from sickness and tiredness that drove me to just put her in the crib. I mean that mattress is like 10 times the thickness of the pack & play. I gently laid her down and waited for her eyes to immediately pop open as they usually do, but she just sighed and kept sleeping. I stood there for a minute, not sure of what to do. I tiptoed into the bedroom.
James rolled over and looked at me and said “Where’s the baby?”
I stood there like a deer in headlights.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“She’s in her crib,” I whispered.
“Good! Go get the monitor and go to bed.”
I pulled the blanket I had around my shoulders tighter over me.
“Maybe I should sleep in there,” I said.
“What!? Where would you sleep?”
“On the floor? In the rocker?”
“No! You can’t sleep in the rocker. Get the monitor. She will be fine.”
I went back into her room and stood over the crib watching her little chest rise and fall. Finally I turned off the tv, grabbed the monitor and went to my own bed. Every hour I quietly got up, tiptoed into her room and made sure she was still breathing. From 11:30pm to about 4am she didn’t make a peep. James went in at 4am when she started whimpering and gave her the binky back. She slept another hour and half before waking up at 5:30am to be fed. A solid 6 hours of sleep! Without waking up crying every hour. In her own crib! And we both survived
It was 11pm and she was wide awake and ready to play. Mommy and daddy have deemed this an unacceptable bedtime for an infant and I promptly whisked her upstairs, put her in her “Baby Merlin’s Magic Sleep Suit” (review of this product to come) and rocked her. Within 15 minutes she was asleep. At this point a tiny voice in my head says “put her in her crib”. The other voice says “no! bring her into your room and put her in the pack & play”. I’m guessing it was delirium from sickness and tiredness that drove me to just put her in the crib. I mean that mattress is like 10 times the thickness of the pack & play. I gently laid her down and waited for her eyes to immediately pop open as they usually do, but she just sighed and kept sleeping. I stood there for a minute, not sure of what to do. I tiptoed into the bedroom.
James rolled over and looked at me and said “Where’s the baby?”
I stood there like a deer in headlights.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“She’s in her crib,” I whispered.
“Good! Go get the monitor and go to bed.”
I pulled the blanket I had around my shoulders tighter over me.
“Maybe I should sleep in there,” I said.
“What!? Where would you sleep?”
“On the floor? In the rocker?”
“No! You can’t sleep in the rocker. Get the monitor. She will be fine.”
I went back into her room and stood over the crib watching her little chest rise and fall. Finally I turned off the tv, grabbed the monitor and went to my own bed. Every hour I quietly got up, tiptoed into her room and made sure she was still breathing. From 11:30pm to about 4am she didn’t make a peep. James went in at 4am when she started whimpering and gave her the binky back. She slept another hour and half before waking up at 5:30am to be fed. A solid 6 hours of sleep! Without waking up crying every hour. In her own crib! And we both survived
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
That is NOT banana...
I've come to find that with being a mommy you tend to get excited over some unusual things.
For example, Emily got constipated while we were in Disney. At 10pm one night she was screaming and in obvious pain. James called down to the front desk and was going to take a cab to Walgreens to get her medication. We found out there was a pharmacy that delivered so when Emily finally fell asleep I convinced him to just wait until the morning. In the meantime I called the pediatrician, who suggested three things: prune juice (tried it), "stimulating her anus with a thermometer" (didn't have one...bad parents) and if all else failed, give her a baby suppository (WHAT!?). I prayed and prayed that the prune juice would work as I did not want to be sticking anything up my little girl's bottom.
Morning came and there was still no poop. We finally admitted defeat and called the delivery service-one thermometer and one suppository please. We waited anxiously for the front desk to call to say our package had arrived. When it did, James practically ran to the main building of the resort to get it.
When he got back we hovered over Emily, who was laying on the bed and grinning at us. She didn't appear to be in pain but we hadn't seen poop in a good three days. We weren't going to chance a repeat screaming session like the night before.
"Forget the thermometer," I said. "We're skipping to the suppository. You distract her and I'll slip it in."
James nodded and handed me the little canister. I opened it up and my jaw dropped. There were no little wax balls in there. They were like little mini torpedoes! Sadly there was no other alternative. I held the torpedo in my fingers, took a deep breath and quickly pushed it inside her little bum. I closed my eyes, waiting for the tears. There were none! Success! Within the hour she pooped. I think the entire pool heard me cheer when my sister said, "Emily pooped!" It was like my kid had learned her ABCs. Who knew poop could be so exciting?
Last week I was back to work so James took her to her 4 month checkup. The appointment was at 10am and by 11:30am I was on the edge of my seat waiting for him to call. At 11:45am I couldn't take it anymore. I became one of *those* moms.
"Well?" I whispered into the phone when he answered. "How'd she do?"
"Fine. 3 more shots. She's 13 pounds 2 ounces and 25 inches long-tall and skinny. The doctor says we can start giving her rice cereal and mashed banana."
Awesome! This is when the fun stuff starts. I couldn't wait to put her in her little seat and feed her from a spoon.
It started out pretty easy. She liked the rice cereal, but only mixed with juice. Mix it with formula and she acted like I was poisoning her. It took a little while for her to warm up to banana. For some reason she was down with me mixing banana with the cereal. Easy enough.
I had just finished feeding her and ran to get her tub since naturally she had food all over her chubby little face (and hands). When I came back to her in her seat I noticed some banana on her seat by her inner thigh.
"Oh baby girl!" I giggled. "How did you manage to get banana down there?"
All I can say is thank GOD I didn't touch what I thought was banana. POOP! POOP EVERYWHERE! I did the only thing that seemed logical-I whisked her out of the seat and put her in the sink. I didn't even bother to remove the onesie or the dirty diaper before I started hosing her down.
Now let me tell you-my girl is an explosive pooper. Happens all the time. So I don't know why this one was paralyzing but it was like I had never seen poop before. I had my poor girl slung over my arm like a frickin bag of potatoes as I sprayed her down. She didn't seem to mind-ain't no shame in her game. She wasn't the one who had to clean it so what did she care?
In the end I managed to make it out alive. Gave Bean a nice little soak and got her in her jammies. We cuddled on the couch and waited for daddy to get home...so he could take care of the poop on the bouncy chair :)
For example, Emily got constipated while we were in Disney. At 10pm one night she was screaming and in obvious pain. James called down to the front desk and was going to take a cab to Walgreens to get her medication. We found out there was a pharmacy that delivered so when Emily finally fell asleep I convinced him to just wait until the morning. In the meantime I called the pediatrician, who suggested three things: prune juice (tried it), "stimulating her anus with a thermometer" (didn't have one...bad parents) and if all else failed, give her a baby suppository (WHAT!?). I prayed and prayed that the prune juice would work as I did not want to be sticking anything up my little girl's bottom.
Morning came and there was still no poop. We finally admitted defeat and called the delivery service-one thermometer and one suppository please. We waited anxiously for the front desk to call to say our package had arrived. When it did, James practically ran to the main building of the resort to get it.
When he got back we hovered over Emily, who was laying on the bed and grinning at us. She didn't appear to be in pain but we hadn't seen poop in a good three days. We weren't going to chance a repeat screaming session like the night before.
"Forget the thermometer," I said. "We're skipping to the suppository. You distract her and I'll slip it in."
James nodded and handed me the little canister. I opened it up and my jaw dropped. There were no little wax balls in there. They were like little mini torpedoes! Sadly there was no other alternative. I held the torpedo in my fingers, took a deep breath and quickly pushed it inside her little bum. I closed my eyes, waiting for the tears. There were none! Success! Within the hour she pooped. I think the entire pool heard me cheer when my sister said, "Emily pooped!" It was like my kid had learned her ABCs. Who knew poop could be so exciting?
Last week I was back to work so James took her to her 4 month checkup. The appointment was at 10am and by 11:30am I was on the edge of my seat waiting for him to call. At 11:45am I couldn't take it anymore. I became one of *those* moms.
"Well?" I whispered into the phone when he answered. "How'd she do?"
"Fine. 3 more shots. She's 13 pounds 2 ounces and 25 inches long-tall and skinny. The doctor says we can start giving her rice cereal and mashed banana."
Awesome! This is when the fun stuff starts. I couldn't wait to put her in her little seat and feed her from a spoon.
It started out pretty easy. She liked the rice cereal, but only mixed with juice. Mix it with formula and she acted like I was poisoning her. It took a little while for her to warm up to banana. For some reason she was down with me mixing banana with the cereal. Easy enough.
I had just finished feeding her and ran to get her tub since naturally she had food all over her chubby little face (and hands). When I came back to her in her seat I noticed some banana on her seat by her inner thigh.
"Oh baby girl!" I giggled. "How did you manage to get banana down there?"
All I can say is thank GOD I didn't touch what I thought was banana. POOP! POOP EVERYWHERE! I did the only thing that seemed logical-I whisked her out of the seat and put her in the sink. I didn't even bother to remove the onesie or the dirty diaper before I started hosing her down.
Now let me tell you-my girl is an explosive pooper. Happens all the time. So I don't know why this one was paralyzing but it was like I had never seen poop before. I had my poor girl slung over my arm like a frickin bag of potatoes as I sprayed her down. She didn't seem to mind-ain't no shame in her game. She wasn't the one who had to clean it so what did she care?
In the end I managed to make it out alive. Gave Bean a nice little soak and got her in her jammies. We cuddled on the couch and waited for daddy to get home...so he could take care of the poop on the bouncy chair :)
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