All before 7:30AM

For months, Isabela wakes up dry.  I still put in her diapers every night, just in case.  I didn't really want to chance it.  And except for when visiting family out-of-town, Isabela hasn't had a dirty/wet diaper in weeks, either.  So last night when I got home and she was ready for bed and no diaper, I wasn't too worried. 

After Brandon left for work, I walked in to get a diaper to change Xander's wet diaper.  Then I smelled it.  The room wreaked.  Izzy turned over. I asked if she was dirty.  She started to cry.  She managed a "Yes," through her tears.  I felt so bad.  Luckily, Brandon had put a towel under her before he went to bed last night.  It still soaked a little into the mattress, but not really bad.  I picked her up, pulled off the sheets and headed to the bathroom.  We cleaned her, the clothes, sprayed her off, and stuck her in the tub.

Then I turned to find Xander who I had left with a wet bum.  He had crawled into the kitchen (I am sure to watch us in the bathroom).  He had spit up everywhere, then rolled all over in it.  His pajamas were practically dripping.  And he had a blowout diaper (ya know, the one I was about the change before I found Isabela laying in bed all gross).  Poor kids!  Luckily, he had crawled into the kitchen!  Sopping wet, I picked him up, repeated the process we started with Isabela, and stuck them both back into the tub to play.  I started the laundry and looked at the clock.  What a great beginning to the day.