I haven't had time to blog between all my trips to the bathroom with Ella which are STILL not producing anything except a smell. (We've had to resort to things better left untold!) It's been a traumatic week for both of us. It is one of those seasons of parenthood I either have to laugh or cry, and I've done a good deal of both this week. Here's a couple of the laughable moments:
Tonight, as we were laying in bed, she had a smelly toot and I said, "P.U."
She said, "P. ME," and held her nose!
Yesterday at the library, she and I were in the adult non-fiction section looking for "how to" calligraphy books. She bent down and let a big toot go. Then she said, in a very loud voice, "Who toot Mama? You toot?"
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