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More poop....

Allright, everything I said yesterday about motherhood, I take it all back (kidding of course).

When Ethan woke up from his nap, He had taken a gigantic crap. He now knows how to undo his diaper. What do you suppose that means? It means he walked all through it. Every where that baby put his feet, there was poop. There was a trail coming to my bedroom, there was poop all over Steven's bed (the first place he goes when he wakes up), and of course, there was poop all over there floor. I have spent the afternoon scrubbing, shampooing, and bathing. WHOO HOO!!!! It really cut into my blog surfing Dammit!!! Clint has to be on the computer all night writing a story (He spent the day at the Denver Broncos Training Camp...Jerk) and finishing a final. This means I will have to read and catch up with everyone tomorrow.

I have added some new blogs to my blogroll. Maybe you will want to check them out. When I can get my act together, I will get back to posting random links on each post.

Oh, by the way, I know you are wondering where the poop pictures are. I would have taken and posted some, but Clint took the camera today and I sure as hell wasn't going to let it sit until he got home. I am sure you understand. I will be sure to post shit smeared in my carpet, the next time it happens.

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