When good poop goes bad

We’ve been waiting for this day, for a long time.

Years.

My youngest – and final – child has finally figured out how to poop in the potty. (pardon the scientific jargon. I mean “take a dump.”)

This is a Good Thing, right?

But wait. Now she does it ever five minutes. I swear this child has pooped ten times today. In fact, she interrupted the writing of this post with poop. See, you can’t just poop – you have to show somebody. Without a witness, you can’t get to the Much Rejoicing part.

This child has to be the cleanest thing in this house, if you know what I mean. But her eyes are still brown.

Anyway, what a great way to finish the year! I’m thinking I’ve bought my last case of pullups.

Holiday movies

“Dad, I want to see ‘Rocky Balboa.'”

“Do you know what it’s about?”

“Yes. It’s a guy that’s old and hurt and he wants to get into wrestling.”

“That would be boxing.”

“Same thing.”

Then… nothing happened.

After a while, nothing continued to happen.

Hope y’all are well. We are doing Home Stuff, which means Get Organized or Die Trying Week. For inspiration we are watching the HGTV shows where the designer goes to the persons house and makes them throw away their crap, amidst tears and gnashing of teeth.

The kids haven’t drawn (much) blood yet, the dogs only ran away three times yesterday, and there’s only an 80% chance of thunderstorms (some possibly severe) today, so of course they’ll wanna ride bikes all day.

In the Lard Ass department, I ran 3 1/2 miles today, before dawn. It was good. It was humid. But I did it. I’m planning on five miles on Sunday to finish out the year in a good way. I was going to do it Monday but that would be just kidding myself.

There’s not much point in watching TV, we get Wall-to-Wall coverage of the Greatest Dead President Since Reagan, also all the “best of” and “worst of” 2006 shows and “how to get organized or die trying.” Nothing I wanna see.

It just started raining. Hard. Must be time to run to the store!