poop...

I know some significant time has elapsed since my last post but some things move a person to write again. In my case, its poop.

I never really had to think much about poop until I started having babies. All of a sudden I started having to carry another whole bag with me wherever I went just in case there was poop. I got used to that after a while and even stopped noticing the extra amounts of time that I had to dwell on poop.

Poop has once again caught my attention.

In my 6th or 7th hour of sleep Aiden lets me know that he has to poop. Sleep ends and the day begins with poop.

Later, that morning poop surfaced again. Literally. My basement flooded through the floor drain. Apparently tree roots had conspired against me and decided it would be amusing to stop the normal flow of water and sewage that usually politely leaves my house. Aiden's morning treasure was amidst some other lovely expressions of human waste floating around my basement.

Bible verse: God doesn't like to step in poop...

Det. 23:12 - 14 “Also you shall have a place outside the camp, where you may go out; and you shall have an implement among your equipment, and when you sit down outside, you shall dig with it and turn and cover your refuse. For the LORD your God walks in the midst of your camp...