Before I became a parent, poop was not a part of my daily conversational routine. Despite the fact that everyone does it, it's not something I talked or thought about on a regular basis.
That is no longer the case now that the Little Guy is in our lives.
However, I realize that for all the folks out there who did not just become parents, the topic retains its less-than-savory nature. So out of concern for their tender sensibilities, I try not to talk about it in great detail or at great length.
But it's pretty much all that's on my mind at the moment.
Which doesn't leave me a lot to blog about.
So this post is not about poop. So sorry that it ever came up.
And, having thus exhausted my topic, this post is now finished.
I can't believe this is still going after 2 weeks. I would like to point out that today is the closest I've ever run it to the deadline and still made it on time. Procrastination for the win, I suppose.
Yes, that's it.
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I came across this poem, "The Spot" by Holly Day, this afternoon. (Scroll
down to the bottom of the page; it won't let me link to the individual
poem.)
Ye...
12 years ago
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