Today I stuck my finger in my daughter's poop. Why not begin there? Obviously it wasn't intentional, and to my credit, it hasn't happened in a really long time. Still, I'm beyond the stage where I think of the kids' poop as being on par with say, rotten fruit. It's not quite like mistakenly sticking my finger in the dogs' poop, but it's ratcheted up to being pretty bad. It was also while we had company, so that undermined my show of tremendous diapering abilities. Thankfully, our guests have 21-month-old twins too, and took it all in stride.
OK, now that I've gotten that off my chest, I'll transition to expressing what I think is gratitude to my friend Jenn for inadvertently inspiring me to start my own blog. I just got a link to Jenn's blog, which is about raising her twin girls, and I was blown away by the great fun and creativity that she infuses into their daily existence. They do things that a person like me would pay to read about in a magazine or book. So basically, in comparison to our family, she and her husband are super adventurous in their parenting.
Crying from upstairs... (I think I'll ignore it!)
Before I really do have to run off, I'll end with my surprise at how freeing this seems, a bit along the lines of what I imagine walking around in a bikini might feel like, except that I don't actually have to put on a swimsuit, and more importantly, 21 months after giving birth to the kids, I think a bikini would have deleterious effects on my self esteem.
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