The Big One.

It's been a while.  A long while since I've written... life just got away on me as of late and it's been pretty low on the to-do list.

So, what could have pulled me back to the blog?  What finally tweaked my interest in writing again and lured me back to the empty page? The subject that any parent can relate to.  The one thing that we always seem to be talking about, worrying about, dissecting, analyzing, cleaning, celebrating, and smelling... POOP.  Yep, favorite topic of children, moms, and most men under the age of 90. 

Tonight, Jude's new-found love of language really, truly worked in my favour.  His insane burst of language skills has brought me much amusement and more than a little annoyance (you try having a 3rd conversation added to your already muddled, overloaded brain!).  But, this episode was grand.  We put him to bed and 15 minutes in he started calling for us.  Normally, we just let him peter out and fall asleep, but thanks to his skillz (yep, with a z cause they're mad skillz) he could not be ignored.  "Dad! Poop!  Daaaad! Poooop!  Poopy bum, Dad! BIG!  Poop!  BIG POOP!" I promptly removed him from his bed (before he started to take matters into his own hands) and equally promptly passed him off.  Let me tell you, his assessment was correct.  It was poop and it was BIG.  I truly appreciated his request for his father to tend to the whole mess.

Of course, Chloe had to come out to inspect the situation and this served to prolong bedtime and solidify her latest edict.  "I will never get married!" Why not, you ask? "Because that means I have to have kids and that means I have to change stinky, poopy bums and I will NEVER change a poopy bum."  Good enough for me.  Seems like a well-thought out, rational, perfectly logical and valid arguement against the institute of marriage.  If only I had thought of it...