It happened yesterday morning.

I knew it would at some point but I wasn't prepared for it.

To be completely blunt, my 20-month-old daughter, Isabella, told me she pooped before we left our house to go to daycare.

Yes, folks. You heard correctly. My "baby" told me she dirtied her diaper.

I couldn't believe my ears. I was sure it was a fluke. So I asked her. She repeated herself. Twice.

We headed into her bedroom to change her diaper and sure enough, she had done exactly what she said she did.

Whew, what a day.  I am writing this 75% done with baking about 20 dozen cookies.  That's right, 20 dozen.  I've got chocolate chip with peanut butter, english toffee, cranberry white chocolate and sugar (and I must say... they are all delicious!)  Of course, they aren't for me... the kids, mine included, will be decorating them this weekend for Sunday School.  Of course, when I say "decorate" I mean "eat."