It seems no mom blog is complete without some mention of poo. So let's just go ahead and get it over with.
Seven years ago I was getting ready to give birth to my first sweet baby. What if someone had told me that once he was born I would be dealing with his poo nonstop? Not only during infancy, but for the next seven years. What if they told me that I'd be handling it, worrying about its size, consistency, frequency, and its disposal? Then, what if they told me that in another couple of years I'd have another baby, and at that point I'd have the responsibility of not one but two other people's poo? What would I have said? Maybe I'd have had the audacity and courage of someone about to have their first child. Maybe I would have said something like: "My husband will be changing all the diapers." Maybe I would not have said anything, just laughed. But most likely I would have been thinking, "That will never happen to me. How much poo can one little child really produce? It can't be that hard to teach a child to use the potty and deal with their own poo. Right? Right?"
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