The Pajama Dilemma

Yesterday started out wonderful ... When I went to get Samantha out of her crib, not only did she stop whining when I peeked in at her, but she actually smiled at me. It absolutely melted my heart! She got up, and we did our thing. After eating and playing for a bit, I decided it was time to change her out of her PJ's. Hmmm .... zippers stuck. Okay, no harm done if I wait a little while longer. We play more, and Samantha proceeds to spit on herself twice. She's saturated. I realize Wawa will be over soon to pick her up so I can get some work done at the house. Wet pajamas are simply unacceptable. (Jerry and Connie, God love them, wash, dry, and iron any outfit Samantha spits on. Even her onesies. Their spit tolerance level is much, much lower than mine and Steves.)

So, I take her back to her changing pad. And I tug, and I pull. And I get out tweezers to get a better grip on the zipper. Nothing. Nada. Not even a litte-bitty bit to give me hope of taking it all the way. Samantha was amused at first, but gradually became a bit more irritated. Not knowing what else to do, I did what I felt any sane mother would do. I got out the scissors. Yes, the scissors. Yesterday I cut a pair of pajamas off of my 2 month old daughter. Please feel free to use this blog post when you submit my information for mother-of-the-year. Or craziest-mother-of-the-year. I'm just happy I got the dang things off!