Yesterday was Brady's big office party. The whole building was shut down for business and families swarmed to the food and festivities. The party was a potluck, with each section assigned to bring different dishes. Somehow, we were in charge of meat... So, Monday night, I had the (dis)pleasure of making 10 pounds of chicken wings. And I can tell you, it takes A LOT of dead chickens to make 10 pounds of wings. Am I ever glad that I am still vegetarian... and if I wasn't, I'm sure I would have been after marinating and baking such an abundance of disembodied arms... I'm just glad I wasn't in charge of cooking the whole pig (yes folks, there was an entire pig at the feast).
I got Ella all dressed up in the cutest little dress (a hand-me-down from Lola and Live - THANKS!). She was doing well with all the people, despite being tired... Ella's quite the socialite, just like her dad. But she got hungry, so I stepped away from the action and fed her. After that, she was all smiles. But once I decided to go back in and mingle, Ella thought she would make a mess of her little frock... A BIG MESS. She just let 'er rip - worse than I have ever seen... and I have cleaned up my share of blowouts. Boy, does this girl have timing.
I took her back to Brady's cubical and started to change her. At first, I thought I had it under control. Then, Ella decided she had some more in there... once I got her diaper off. All I could do was laugh, and laugh some more. I just couldn't believe that this cute little creature could be so disgusting. She was quite pleased with herself, too. Luckily, I had an extra change of clothes. After a half a bag of wipes and a clean diaper, Ella was as good as new and ready to charm anyone in sight.
That's my girl. :-)