The Poop Report

Everyday when I pick up Ander, my mom gives me the poop report. He didn't go today. He went four times. It was runny. AAAAHHHHHHH!!! Cover me ears, 'cause I don't want to know. I tell her I don't want to know, unless it is at a point where he might need to see a doctor, but she ignores me and tells me anyway.

I know my loyal readers are innocently asking - why are you telling us this?

Oh, well, because I'm about to give a poop report. :)

He pooped out of his diaper this morning. All over his legs. While I was on the phone with another attorney. And then he started yelling, "STINKY. STINK. KEY!!!" Oh, and halfway through cleaning him up, we ran out of wipes. Gre-ate. And he tried to touch it.

Etcetera.