How Momma Got New Carpet

A few weeks ago my precious, squishy, little bunny did a massive number two on our already disgusting carpet. If I would have been the caretaker at the moment, it would have been a scrubbing marathon to quietly clean it before the Dad got home. Because the Dad was the caretaker at the moment, it was the reason Mommy got new carpet and a very graphic picture of the destruction. 

You see, I've been begging the Dad for new carpet for quite some time, always a different excuse. "Our carpet is nasty." "Stella is going to cut herself on the tack strip." "I'm pretty positive we have spider eggs in our carpet." OK--so maybe I even exaggerated a little bit. But the Dad was no where near ready to purchase new carpet UNTIL his precious little bean fell face first into the not so soft carpet and burnt her face. Then he says "Get a quote." So I did and NOW I have new comfy and clean carpet.

I have a feeling our lives may be like this for awhile. I'm not the princess anymore. But whatever Stella needs, Stella gets. I'm OK with it I guess, as long as we can figure out how to make it Stellas idea that Mommy needs a new pair of shoes. :) 

By the way, that new carpet came in handy. The babe crawled a week later and I swear I heard her whisper, "Thanks for the new digs Mom".