. . . is that he comes home from school and tells me about his full day of intellectually-stimulating classes, meetings with really smart professors, and general grad-student happenings at an ivy league school...
. . . and i get to tell him about how oliver had a poop explosion right out of his diaper and into a huge pile right onto the seat of his highchair and how the poop got all over his sippy cup and then made its way all over his body, resulting in me having to give him his third bath within the last 24 hours for similar reasons.
picture taken while we were dating.
ah, the good ol' days. before kids . . . and their poop.
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Haha!! I know *exactly* what you mean.
(and sorry you had so much poop to clean up. That stinks. Get it?! Stinks?!?! Cuz it's poop? Hehehehehehe! I'm so funny.)
Are you laughing yet? Cause I AM!!! sorry.
ohhhhh, that sippy cup would be going straight to the trash in my house.
Gotta love the numerous bath days. For one reason or another, some days require at least a few baths.
only 3 baths in 24 hours, we surpass that in about half a day. and i know of a hundred more differences between u and josh but yeah that is a goodie.
that's the shanty christmas tree back there... i'd recognize it anywhere!
oooh, and those horrible curtains. those curtains that weighed like 100 lbs and had to come down every time we'd have a shanty date.
nostalgia is kicking in, in a major way.
so so true! and the funny thing is that you probably were anxious to tell him the poop story too huh? haha, i always am anxious to tell nick all my so very fascinating, intriguing stories of the day ;)
hurray for poop! what would we moms have to talk about without it? hahaha!
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