so what would a mommy blog be without a good poop or pee story? tonight, Dork and i were sitting down for dinner (yes, a home-cooked meal that he made....steaks on the grill....which i was loving, since i had worked at a golf tournament all day and was tired, since i had a rough day of sitting in the sun and drinking beer while selling 'double your money' chances! ah, the life of a working mom!! lol).
we were savoring the aroma of juicy, freshly charred cow muscle when i heard grunting. i looked over and my daughter was bracing herself on the side of her highchair, her face getting redder by the second. she keeps pushing and then stops, gives her daddy and i a huge smile, then proceeds to throw her hands in the air and proclaim loudly, "I DID IT!!!" Dork and I crack up and tears are rolling down our faces as we congratulate her on her exciting feat and on what a big girl she is! Unfortunately, the aroma of the steaks is quickly being replaced by yet another aroma that's not nearly as pleasant.
As we draw straws over who gets to stop eating and change her, I silently hope and pray that my husband doesn't expect the same kind of fanfare whenever *he* makes a doo-doo, as he has been known to describe to me on more than one occasion the quality, amount, and aroma of said doo-doo. he and my daughter can compare notes if that happens -- mommy will be nowhere to be found, at least not within smelling range.
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