Little Hands, Little Feet

Kind of a crazed Monday. One of my co-workers decided to take a vacation day, so I still had to answer the phones, look after all the email issues and pick up the loose ends from the week before. At least there was no major outage. Everyone is due back tomorrow, so we’ll see how it goes.

After everyone got home and situated, I grilled some burgers and sat people down to eat. Clara made a complete mess of herself: there was burger under her fingernails, down her pants and in her hair. It was an adventure in self-feeding: seems she fed everything but her mouth. She was making sleepy signals, so I decided to take her upstairs and clean her off a bit and put her to bed. When we got to the changing table, she had a surprise for me. A thick, foul orange glue was starting to spill over. If that wasn’t surprising enough, she had more for me. Following some primitive monkey instinct, before I could stop her, she thrust her hands straight down and stuck them in the diaper. She followed this by flinging her arms up and sticking her feet in the diaper as well. Poo went everywhere! She smeared it on herself, on me and my shirt. I had it all up and down both of my arms and little hand and footprints on my shirt. She even managed to fling poo on the changing table and walls. I finally got the little monkey under control and gave her a bath in baby wipes. I felt violated…

After my traumatic episode with toddler excrement, the night was fairly uneventful. I logged in and camped Centurio for Talon, getting claim but no cloak. I led a small group of people to farm Ulli stones in sky, but I decided to log early and spend some quality time with my wife. I really needed to reconnect with her after being away for the weekend, and we both fell asleep happy.

We’re supposed to static tomorrow, and maybe get 59. At that point, Amelisa’s boyfriend Mcleod is joining us on his RDM. Might need to find a new camp at that point, but that’s still a ways off to worry about now.