Glass half full

Yesterday, Miles was having some "digestive issues." So, to help things along, (so to speak), I gave him prunes with his lunch.

This morning as I pulled Miles out of his crip, I COMPLETELY regretted that decision.

He happened to have the biggest, wettest, stinkiest, dirtiest, grossest diaper I have yet to encounter. And I was less than thrilled to take care of it.

But when everything was over, and Miles was clean and dry, I realized I was looking at this situation from entirely the wrong light.

The diaper performed perfectly.

And everything stayed "in", exactly where it was suppossed to.

And if that's not reason enough to count my blessings, I don't know what is.