tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973923536525380696.post8299619293736255394..comments2023-10-31T06:03:06.285-07:00Comments on Pensievity: In which my blog makes me betterUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973923536525380696.post-47347952752787399162011-03-25T07:40:07.497-07:002011-03-25T07:40:07.497-07:00I cried when mine smeared poo into the carpet and ...I cried when mine smeared poo into the carpet and heat vent. That's just not a smell you want to revisit every time the central air turns on! Didn't help that it was the second time he'd smeared poo on something.raprettymanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01046898702750592210noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973923536525380696.post-70051276523186911222011-03-06T09:27:12.562-07:002011-03-06T09:27:12.562-07:00So many tears this morning from laughing so hard. ...So many tears this morning from laughing so hard. I'm so glad for blogs. It does make horrible poop-smeared mornings much easier.Nikkihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02993502569209583377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973923536525380696.post-70039414248053062712011-03-04T09:40:01.525-07:002011-03-04T09:40:01.525-07:00Eeeeeek! Poop!Eeeeeek! Poop!rorihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15528380755601370207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973923536525380696.post-67642966313515285772011-03-04T00:10:17.970-07:002011-03-04T00:10:17.970-07:00Surprise Mom! It's your very own trail of POOP...Surprise Mom! It's your very own trail of POOP! Don't you feel super special and loved? <br /><br />I LOVE THIS POST!<br /><br />My sister and I were just talking about how we need to blog about funky boy feet and how gross they are. =)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973923536525380696.post-40317172141292088112011-03-03T19:35:26.782-07:002011-03-03T19:35:26.782-07:00I recently stuck my finger into a poopy diaper. (n...I recently stuck my finger into a poopy diaper. (not on purpose) literally 30 minutes after telling MommyJ that I had never had poop under my fingernails before. That changed. And the only thing I could think was: I have got to go email her.Rachel Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14426183215612921121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973923536525380696.post-69531801586132898262011-03-03T16:41:18.125-07:002011-03-03T16:41:18.125-07:00I really hate poop. But blogging has saved more th...I really hate poop. But blogging has saved more than one of my children from a mommy meltdown.Melanie Jacobsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02489615939726209573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973923536525380696.post-85502182076178187432011-03-03T16:00:15.533-07:002011-03-03T16:00:15.533-07:00AMEN.AMEN.Qaithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07090577030703367345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973923536525380696.post-2834364240182552292011-03-03T15:07:37.795-07:002011-03-03T15:07:37.795-07:00so, the question must be asked... where are pictur...so, the question must be asked... where are pictures of the poop?Harmonyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14260111850169885961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973923536525380696.post-92097697672493643562011-03-03T13:06:50.251-07:002011-03-03T13:06:50.251-07:00Did you make a note to yourself to NEVER EVER pick...Did you make a note to yourself to NEVER EVER pick up little brown rocks EVER AGAIN? <br /><br />Happy trails to you!!!!The Jensen Familyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16115448327252100240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973923536525380696.post-67191789710547187192011-03-03T11:17:25.073-07:002011-03-03T11:17:25.073-07:00Glad that thought calmed you down. I still think I...Glad that thought calmed you down. I still think I would be grossed out.Erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15765622517307104987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973923536525380696.post-80576885026492900022011-03-03T10:18:33.385-07:002011-03-03T10:18:33.385-07:00Ain't that a fact!
I only wish I was blogging...Ain't that a fact!<br /><br />I only wish I was blogging back when my first born painted his walls with poo! Instead, I just went outside (we lived in the country) and SCREAMED!Jocelyn Christensenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10342635172904848811noreply@blogger.com