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Goodbye Monday.

Well, I have survived another Monday. Let me give you a quick recap.
1. Steven has some poop issues. He keeps pulling poop out of his diaper and smearing on bedding, his legs, and today the place of choice was the front of his diaper. It was his poop apron. DISGUSTING!!! Please tell me he is not going to grow up with some gross poop fetish. LOL I am joking...I Hope.
2.Emily has decided to start tinkling in her pants a little bit before she tells me she has to go. We went thru 4 pairs of panties today. UGH!!!
3.Ethan called me bubba!! Isn't that so sweet. He is 15 months old today. He says da-da and bubba. NO ma-ma!!!! He better start appreciating the time he spent on the tit and say MA-MA.
4.I made a delicious dinner!! All on my own. NO cookbook, NO Clint, and NO foodnetwork. I am the shit. (Somebody has to think so :) !)


LASTLY, I JUST PUT A SURVEY IN MY SIDEBAR. PLEASE TRY IT OUT!!! IT IS AMONGST ALL THE OTHER STUFF I HAVE.

I ALSO WANT TO THANK ALL THOSE THAT ARE SUPPORTING THE GOOGLE ADS. WE ARE GETTING OUR LITTLE SHARE AND IT IS SO COOL!!

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