Oh the Irony....

This is a picture of a plaque. That I made. Me. The most craft challenged person in the world. How did this anomaly come to be? Well, I decided to make an effort to attend a weeknight Relief Society meeting for the first time in, oh, 8 years. For some reason, I just really, really wanted to make this plaque and I doubted anyone's ability to teach me to do it in under an hour. Don't look too close, because it is in fact crooked, but I'm still quite proud of it. After I finished the plaque, I sat in the cultural hall and basked in my own creativity, looking forward to going home and showing off my new found craftiness to John. I imagined how proud he would be of me as I showed him my tribute to the family unit.

However, as I opened the door to the house, I sensed danger. The tub was running, Addie was laughing in an evil, triumphant laugh, and John was shouting "Stop! Stop!" Turns out, Addie picked Relief Society night to mess with Daddy, hardcore. First, she had what we refer to as a major blowout in the diaper department. Usually, these blowouts are strictly a two man job to clean up, but John had no choice but to handle this one on his own. As John tried to clean what he calls "the worst diaper ever", Addie decided to "help" by sticking one of her hands in her own poop. When John tried to stop her, she laughed at him and stuck the other hand in too. He grabbed both hands and she managed to wipe poop on him and his shirt. He tried to secure both hands and both feet, which angered Addie. She started screaming for Mommy. John says he did too. He got her as clean as he could and transferred her to the tub, dumping in probably half a bottle of baby soap, judging from the amount of bubbles in the tub. She proceeded to do her best to splash as much water on John as possible, laughing the entire time. Keep in mind that John still has poop on her shirt, but he couldn't leave Addie alone in the tub, so he couldn't change. That was about the time that I came into the bathroom, proud as can be, carrying a plaque stating that family is life's greatest blessing. John quickly yelled for me to put the plaque down and get in there and take over for him while he changed out of his poop covered shirt. As I rushed to get the plaque out of the bathroom, I was struck by the irony of the situation. But, the truth of the matter is, family really is life's greatest blessing, even if they occasionally get poop on you. Now that's something I should put on a plaque...