One poopie diaper

Sunday, Sept. 2nd, 2018
Mom and Donna were seated when I arrived.  Donna was served first.  Jacquie joined us today for dinner.  She had gone to the PNE last night with her daughter and grandchildren.  The aide cut up Donna's spaghetti.  Donna's bib came undone and she got spaghetti down the front of her.  My mom pointed out that Donna's bib had spaghetti sauce on it.
Mom ate by herself.  She ate about a third of her dinner.  She drank all her beverages.  I was happy.
Edward got wheeled in later.  He seemed to have a good appetite.  I took Donna to sit at the Black Jack table.  It was early, but she was okay.  She likes to sit with Michael.  Shanta too.  My mom not so much.  Funny, she likes Joe.  I like Joe too.
I took mom to the toilet, but nothing happened so I let her sit there.  I was tidying up her closet.  Unfortunately, she had gotten up from the toilet and pulled up her pants.  I don't think she peed.
I gave mom her photo book to look at while I finished tidying the closet. 
I brushed her teeth.  She was reluctant, but somehow she understands that her teeth will fall out if I don't clean them.  She is always concerned when she sees her gap toothed smile.
I took mom for a walk and we ate the baby crackers.  She seemed content.  The crackers were a bit dry so I got her some water.  I had a cough too.
I took her to sit with everyone at the poker table, but she wanted to leave.
I took her to the toilet and she had a poopie diaper.  She did more poop in the toilet.  She tried to clean herself, luckily I had already put toilet paper in her hands.  I got her cleaned up.
I took her back to the poker table and she seemed fine when I said good-bye.  Shanta had fallen asleep.