Anyways, I digress. Oh, I should probably issue a warning at this point. I'm going to share poop stories. So, if you find such things crass and in poor taste, please forgive me and skip the rest of this post. :)
The girls and I went to my mom's and hung out for a few hours. I let Ash run around sans clothing or diapers because it's good for her little bum area to breathe. Plus the parents have hardwood floors. I have renter's carpet. Ash had been running around naked for about 45 minutes when what I'm about to relate took place.
I was in the living room chatting with Mom when Kate came in and said: "Molly was sweeping and just swept a strange, unidentified, brown object." Then she grinned.
Rachel, who was putting a diaper on my oldest looked up.
Molly came in and said: "I thought it was a leaf. But it's not."
I said: "Rachel, does Ash have poop on her butt?"
Rach said: "A little."
Speaking of poop. I've had a lot of experience with little kids and their poo. :) The stuff really doesn't scare me and I'm not too squeamish about it at this point. I mean, come on. I'm the oldest of 18. Out of my 17 siblings I've changed 6 of their diapers. MANY diapers.
My brother Daniel went through a lovely phase where he'd poop at nap time (in his room), take his diaper off, and paint the walls.
This is Ash (over a year ago) after her first blowout. :) First of MANY.
P.S. I have so many siblings because my mom and dad have adopted 8 children in the past 6 years. Yes, my parents are amazing. :)