This morning as I rounded the corner into the kitchen, smack in front of me there was a quarter-sized brown rock. I reflexively bent to pick it up - I do have a crawler who loooooves to eat rocks - and realized it was soft.
Yes. Oh yes. Poop.
It was then the trail of feces became apparent - all the way down the hall and into the NBC's room.
And there perched Mr. Squishy, so proud of himself for climbing up into the crib to play with his just-woke-up little brother. Consequently smearing everything with excrement.
And as I'm exclaiming in a loud voice - "Poop! Poop everywhere! Ew! Ew! Grooooooooss!" my husband very wisely observed,
"This would make a great blog."
My gross factor immediately dwindled to zero, to be replaced by utter amusement and anticipation.
And THAT, ladies (do I have any gentlemen?) is why I blog.