Um...EW!

Reese seemed to be having some...let's say "tummy trouble" today.  Since it was Sunday, and WELL past business hours even if it were a normal business day, we had to call the night nurse to find out how to take care of the little situation.  She gave us some very explicit instructions involving vaseline, a thermometer that we would NEVER use again, and lots of coverage on the walls and floors in case of an explosion.  This conversation between Mitch and the night nurse was met with a lot of groans and giggles from the peanut gallery, resulting in a lot of giggles from Mitch who relayed all of said comments...followed by many giggles from the night nurse.  When she was wrapping up her instructions, she said that she would call back in 5-10 minutes.  We told her that she better make it 20!

This is how we prepared for what we were about to do to my poor, unsuspecting baby girl.

When we went to take her diaper off though, we found a little surprise!  She must have known what we were saying because we did not need ANY of these items.