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This is motherhood at its best.
We had a lovely lunch at blue sky cafe and on our way out Bodhi said "POOP". I stopped at a distant table for an emergency changing, this is what I discovered. Owen stood gagging nearby, Shane was laughing and avoiding it with stealth like reflexes (although he did manage to document the incident on his iphone) and I laughed so hard I was barely effective. Meanwhile, the onlookers stared with evident disgust at the repugnant family, bordering on hysteria, gathered around an innocent child smeared in excrement--- oh, if they only knew.

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Sandy said…
When I read this post, I immediately starting to laugh and nod at the same time! I remember those days with fondness for the babies my kids once were. They grow up so fast and now my 'babies' are in the 5th and 1st grades! Time flies as does sh** happens. =)
Your children are adorable. Enjoy them and God Bless!
September 8, 2008 at 11:26 AM
Angelina Lloyd said…
We spend all this time creating special moments for our kids, trying to give them what we missed out on and the hilarious thing is that the memories we keep are often the ones that take us totally by surprise. Thank you calligrapher for leaving a post. I will keep an eye on your blogging.
September 8, 2008 at 7:13 PM
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