So I am taking this ridiculous but funny "intensive" course at a law school that is not my own, and it goes all day everyday for a week...seriously...8-5...HURL. It's interesting even though it involves a lot of Steven R. Covey-esque barftastic phrases like "Money now is better than money later," the profs swear a lot which I appreciate, and for a split second yesterday I actually understood why someone would want an MBA bc the professors make business stuff sound interesting. One of the them said, "Is this more fun than BYU? Wait til we bring out the keg on Friday!" which made me pee. But I'm having baby withdrawals BIG TIME bc I haven't been away from her all day before. And it sucks. And I call every 2 hours to see if she's okay, and of course SHE'S okay, but I'M not okay...who knew reproducing made you so gushy? Man, she is the best. Even when she poops on my skirt at church--AGAIN--in the middle of a musical number and it's so messy and noisy that the lady in front of us turns around and says "I bet SHE feels better! Hrmph!", she is the best.
There was a time in my life I thought I'd never blog about about baby feces, and that time is over.
7 comments:
i have no patience for intensive courses. (9-7). or steven covey.
my patience for infants is increasing though.
Maybe you should start wearing a clear plastic skirt, over your regular church skirt, that way when you get baby feces on your skirt, it will just wipe off! With baby wipes!
I knew you would jump on the poo wagon one of these days. Just wait till you start to feed her cereal, then you'll see a magic show.
UofU Law Rules!
Have you noticed that it's much easier to pee when not called for now that you've had a baby?
I can no longer run, jump on a trampoline, or laugh too hard because I have had three.
Stupid Kegels that didn't work.
if i were in the middle of an intensive law class, i'd definitely be inclined to start blogging about baby feces, and maybe even my own.
Are you kidding me? I can't WAIT to blog about baby feces!
Encourage the pooping during musical numbers. Then you NEVER HAVE TO SIT THROUGH MUSICAL NUMBERS. Maybe you can train a Pavlovian response to "In the Hollow of Thy Hand."
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