Here's an email that Kyle sent me today at work. Caleb had waited seven days to go #2 before this, so you can about imagine my excitement
Kyle:
Good News: Caleb pooped.
Good News: It was a big one.
Bad News: His clothes got poopy.
Bad News: Immediately after I removed his diaper, he grabbed his dinger.
Bad News: His dinger was filled with poop.
Bad News: Caleb wanted to suck on his fingers.
Bad News: Dad, in a panic, trying to keep Caleb's fingers out of his mouth, for some unknown reason, took the dirty diaper out from under Caleb, exposing his extremly poopy bottom to the very nice and clean, previously unpoopy changing table cloth.
My response went something like this:
YAY!!! WAY TO GO CALEB!!! THAT'S AWESOME!!
(And then I did a little dance right there by my desk at the bank.)
"Wow. My mom is so weird."
3 comments:
That's a pretty "crappy" post if you ask me.
Grandpa Fey
Come on.
Let's have a cleaner post!
G-ma N
You never realized how excited you would be about poo until you have kids!!! We've had a couple times where I was overjoyed to see a big, fat poopy diaper!
~SARAH~
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