Lucy slept through the night last evening thanks to some playtime with Nana. Sarah does not want to acknowledge it for fear of ruining our lucky streak. I'm a risk taker so "what the cuss".
*Note: We've been trying to curb our sailor mouths by replacing our curse words with "cuss" ala Fantastic Mr. Fox. (e.g. This cussing diaper is quite the clustercuss.)
Then again, I may have already jinxed myself. Lucy has learned to always keep a second torpedo in reserve when I change her. And just when I think I got the problem licked with a new changing system she introduces a pee or a puke (or both) to the mix and fires all weapon systems. That crazy little cuss. :)
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