The Dangers of Poop Checks

Well friends, we knew it had to happen eventually (I was gloating enough about the length of my nails last week).  And so my nail prophecy is fulfilled by the mere act of performing a quick poop check on Diego's diaper (sort of like the dog in the Coppertone logo only with my hands, not my teeth LOL).

Just another thing to blame on the wonderful institution of motherhood.  But it's worth it... nails grow back, eventually.

PS. Oddly enough, the nail polish color I'm wearing is a green that I jokingly call "Caca-Green" and yes, you know why.  It's actually OPI's "Uh-oh Roll Down the Window":  very fitting name.