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100.

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This is post number 100. It’s kind of crazy that many of you have read all 100 posts.

I feel kind of bad for you. I’m really not that interesting. πŸ™‚

Just kidding. Thanks for reading!!

I haven’t posted in a while because I knew this was #100 and I felt like I needed something big to write about. So, after about 3 weeks of waiting for something exciting to happen- I gave up and I’m just going to write something pointless instead.

During our 100 posts we have:

argued about flip flops and here…

debated texting versus calling

moved to Nashville

had a baby

baked a lot

told a lot of anonymous people off πŸ™‚

done a lot of cleaning and disposed of a lot of junk

picked multiple March Madness brackets

“renewed” my vows

given grammar lessons

survived cicadas

graduated college…finally

survived pregnancy

possibly the best of all, survived the pooptastrophe

Those are just some of my favorites. Thanks for reading (seriously). I love writing and it’s always nice to know someone is reading it. πŸ™‚

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Learning to learn again.

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Things I’ve learned from my 2-month-old:

1. Pooping in a clean diaper is MUCH better than pooping in a diaper you’ve already peed in.

2. On the subject of pooping, take your time. It will all work itself out eventually.

3. Patience is overrated. If you want something, just scream your head off until it appears.

4. Enjoy the simple things in life. Ceiling fans and bright lights are among God’s greatest creations.

5. You can never sleep too much.

6. If you don’t like your outfit, just throw up on it. It’s a great excuse to have to change.

7. Smile often.

8. Puppy kisses are the best kisses.

9. Don’t hold your toots in- it will make your tummy hurt.

10. Always keep them on their toes. No rest for the weary. Make sure they know you’re the boss. πŸ™‚

Pooptastrophe

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Now, I know that every baby has their “blowouts” but the one that happened in the McPherson house yesterday is one for the books.

First, let me set it up for you.

Mason had been sleeping in his swing for a couple of hours. I knew he would be waking up around 12 to eat and we had to be at the doctor’s at 12:50. I had his change of clothes all laid out and everything ready to go so I could feed and change him and get out the door in time for the doctor’s.

So, on cue, Mason wakes up at 12 and is hungry. I go to pick him up from his swing and feel something wet. Poop. Everywhere. Yuck.

After my initial shock that my hands were covered in poop, I picked him up and went to the changing table to assess the situation.

Poop was all over him. I took of his onesie and his diaper and open the box of wipes. Of course, there were only 2 in there. There is no way that’s going to cut it. While I’m trying to figure out what to do, I hear something and I knew what it was…

more poop.

I look down and more poop is shooting out of my small child. Not running… SHOOTING. It gets all over his clean clothes I had laying out, all over the table, all over the floor. Just everywhere.

I think a demon came out.

I decided a quick bath was the best option at this point. After getting poop all over the bathroom, I get him cleaned up. When I get back in his room to discover Lola, our pug, licking up the poop off the floor.

So…yea…

Then, in my rush to get out of the house to make it to the doctor’s, the puppies pooped in my room.

So, I left my house with poop everywhere… literally.

And all of that before 12:30.