(This post is for my husband who said I must blog about it.)
While out on a family walk today, I dutifully picked up my dog's poop. I then commented about how I felt like my life revolved around poop. Did Hannah poop today? Was it too hard? Was it too runny? Is it time to scoop poop in the backyard? Do I have a poop bag for our walk? Is the husband going to spend another 30 minutes in the bathroom today? As you can see, there is a lot of poop in my day. I am beginning to wonder if it is one of those joys of motherhood. I can't even imagine what tales about poop I will have once potty training starts.