Have you ever had a morning, where there was a lot that needed to get done, and you had it all figured out, and it was going to be a perfect...well planned day where you got to sleep in.........till 9am...a day on its way to being perfect....until a someone threw a wrench in your plans....and that someone was a 16 month old demon spawn... and that wrench was made of baby shit....literally? No...not sounding familiar? Well I hate you. That, my blogging friends, was how my day started.
There's something to be said about baby poop.
It's gross. It stinks.
A LOT!
There's something to be said about a single adult sized poop cylinder standing alone in the center of a baby's crib....un spoiled....un-squished....just perfectly hard and shaped....the way it came into this world.....yup only one thing to be said about that lone turd; "CREEPY." I swear it was staring back at me with evil turd eyes laughing....mocking me....while my mortified baby freaked out in terror of said spawned turd of equal villainy... like he just witnessed the passing of his intestines....or something equally horrific....like a lung or something. I mean he was down right afraid of his own turd! Perhaps it was all an act. It certainly didn't frighten him enough to stop him from picking up the second turd and throwing it on to the nursery floor. Perhaps it's all part of his evil plan to break me down. You won't take me alive babies!!! Not you and not your creepy perfect lone turd staring at me from the middle of the crib!!! NEVEEERR!!!
*shaking fists in the air*
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