Pew. Seriously.

Of all the *wonderful* tasks a person gets to do once they become a parent, one that ranks right up there at the top of the list is poo in the bathtub. Seriously, pew.

I must say I'm very glad I happened to purchase bleach the other day.

*entire readership runs for the hills* I'll stop there.



Off to make a cup o' tea. Much more pleasant.

I must be getting used to this.

This afternoon I scrubbed the kitchen floor. It was beautiful. All clean and shiny.

We sat down to supper and Elsa promptly dumped her milk. A large, splattery puddle quickly accumulated on my nice, clean floor.

It didn't phase me. I don't even think I sighed.

I must be getting used to this.

Shucks.

I thought we'd survived, that we'd made it through the worst. And now she found a doggone pluggie. Back we go to square one. Shucks.

(This is kinda continuing from Jan's blog..) I love listening to Elsa as she's learning two and three word sentences. She's a much earlier talker than Oliver was, which is very nice. The way she says Oliver is priceless. She uses it frequently, and it's especially great when she's mad at him.

Olbidiber! Olbidiber! (it's said very quickly with a little tongue roll-twist...heehee)

And just to boost my mommy pride, Oliver just told me, with a great big chuckle, "Your butt is falling out!" Ahem, excuse me while I adjust my shirt...


*In my defense, my bum wasn't falling out at all. My shirt had ridden up while I was sitting here typing...*