Wednesday, March 15, 2006
I know yesterday I said I didn't have a story about poop, but I was reminded, by Nathan, that I do. First of all I want to say that Taylor was wearing a swimmer. For those of you who don't know what a swimmer is, it is a diaper for swimming. Hence the name swimmer. Anyway, lets just say poop leaked out into the hot tub. They had to drain the hot tub and kick everyone out of the pool. I was so embarrased(?). I was later told that there were little poop pieces floating around. Gross! How is it that everything I do in my life lately seems to involve poop. Some may think I am obsessed with poop, but it is my life. I know it has been a good day when I don't have to clean up poop off of the floor. How sad. This is what my life has become. I wouldn't change it for the world. I love my kids, even if they paint the carpet with poop.