So, Mia was down by 8:30; Holly was asleep by 9:15. So as to be non-obtrusive, I was watching "The Unit" on the iPod Touch. As I am watching a show peppered with loud explosions, I hear not one, not two, not even three, but FOUR explosions come from the foot of my bed. Why would explosions be coming from the foot of my bed you ask... Because that's where little, tiny, delicate Mia is sleeping, and launching turd missiles into her diaper. After the third one in ten minutes, Holly pokes me and asks, "Did you hear that? Don't fall asleep because she's going to need a diaper change soon." That was about 30 minutes before Mia finally woke up; so I was just sitting there, awake, waiting for my turn on Poop Patrol. I would totally pay extra for them to come out potty-trained!
No, there is no time connection between the picture and story.
