"Yook mama, it's poop!" says an excited Little Dog.
He's been obsessed with potty talk lately, so I glance up from my laptop to remind him that it isn't nice to call things poop. Well, unless it is poop. And in this case that is just what my darling toddler had smeared on his finger he was excitedly extending in my direction.
Sometimes even a toddler can be that literal.
- followthatdog
- In April of 2005, my husband and I packed up our two dogs and toddler and moved to Seattle from the San Francisco Bay area. Shortly after our move, I became pregnant with our second child. As exciting as this was, it definitely put a cramp in my ability to explore our new home town. I'm still working hard at adjusting to the new digs. As a working mom to two small boys, I manage to keep pretty busy. Between business meetings, play dates and pediatrician appointments, there isn't much time left for personal pursuits. But that is a trade off I am willing to make. I'll find time for myself when the boys are old enough to borrow the car, right? And as though that isn't enough, when we moved we bought our first house, a major fixer upper. Yeah, we wanted the "this Old House" experience, but little did I realize that it would lead to such great experiences, like the sudden loss of running water from a broken water main, or a leaky sewer pipe that kept the toilet off limits for days. All I can say is that life sure is interesting!
Self-proclamed (yet somewhat disputed) leader of the Followthatdog household
5-year-old smarty pants, humorist and sandwich connoisseur
2-year-old artist, daredevil and eater of all things chocolate
1 comments:
Barf. I just threw up a little in my mouth. Kids are interesting!
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