Teething? I gave her a few Hyland's Teething tablets.
Dirty diaper? Nope, a quick sniff ruled that out.
Thirsty? Nothing a cup of juice water wouldn't fix.
Hungry? Let's try a few Gerber puffs for a snack.
Tired? Nah, couldn't be! She just got up from her morning nap.
Finally I settled on the conclusion that it must just be one of those days.
So imagine my surprise {and guilt} when I discovered a little something extra in GG's onesie during a diaper change later that afternoon.
Since her post-nap diaper change, GG had been toting around a tube of tushie paste in her onesie. And we're not talking about a teeny travel size, but a huge full-size practically new tube of Desitin that spent the afternoon poking and prodding Gillian's sides and tummy while on a joy ride through her romper. Now I'm no Sherlock Holmes, and I've certainly never spent the afternoon with a tube of anything floating around in my underroos, but I was pretty sure I'd found the reason behind GG's irritability. I felt terribly for being the cause of her discomfort, but felt worse knowing that this was not the first time my sweet baby girl had spent an afternoon smuggling contraband in her britches no thanks to me.
Does mommy brain have a statue of limitations? I could really use a good excuse for my stupidity right about now.
