Most of you who know my children, or even if you have children of your own, will unerstand this. Children are fascinated with poop and pooping. A couple of years ago my youngest went through a phase where she was having fun with weighing herself on the scale, pooping, and then weighing herself again to see how much she had lost. We have a digital scale so it was very exciting for her to see her weight go from 49 lbs to 48.5 lbs. (please tell me this is not a sign of what's to come). She'd come running out of the bathroom screaming "mom, now I'm only 4-8-5" because she didn't understand that the 5 was really point 5.
Today, I walk into our guest bathroom to find a log (Yuck people! Not that kind of log!)...more precisely, a bathroom log. Thanks to my older daughter, anyone visiting our guest bathroom can now log their name and date of delivery! She and my husband had already filled out the top two spots, conveniently letting me know how regular they are.
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Kat, I read your menopause poetry this morning on your blog...you crack me up with the prune juice. If you are ever in Colorado...we need to go have a drink...not prune juice though!
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