What Goes In Must Come Out. I Guess.
So this morning I woke up and changed Ainsley. But apparently I was too eager.
So then I stripped the sheet, bumper pad, quilt, and blankets, wiped down the crib railings, and washed Ainsley.
And then I washed all the bedding.
A couple hours later…
I set Ainsley in the crib for her morning nap and discovered I had a wetter shirt than Grandpa Ron.
What a morning.