ask me

if I got any painting done this weekend.

Ha! Ha ha ha!

It's kind of hard to paint when you're up to your elbows in baby poop! Go ahead, try it.

Whatever this virus is that every child in Greenville County under the age of three seems to be carting around - the one that gives them diarrhea, enough snot to fill a Mack truck and a raging fever - well, it needs to back off of my family.

No. I haven't taken Drew to the doctor. Nor do I plan to unless something starts bleeding. Yeah, it's only taken me 14 months, but I've learned that I can save a $20 co-pay and three hours of my life by simply telling myself to give him plenty of liquids and let him get lots of rest and call if his fever goes over 103. See? I did it again, and I didn't even charge myself any money, nor did I have to endure a waiting room filled with snot-covered children.

Because he loves me, Drew gave part of this joyous gift of himself to me - thank God and all the saints excluding the poopy part - and I have to say, as a weight-loss plan it's damn good. The nausea has prevented me from eating more than one small meal per day for the past three days.

Oh, and the virus has the added bonus of making us both reeeealllly sleeeepy. Not so great for me, but anything that makes Drew sleep a solid 10 hours per night simply can't be all that bad.

So, really, the only downside is the poopiness.

As Charles said, when I made him change the second one, "Holy mother of God, how does so much crap come out of something so small?"

Hehe. I'm saving posts like these for when he's a teenager and he drags home some totally unacceptable girlfriend.

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[Nan]

He he he and I am saving them for when he wonders why he turned out to be an insomniac with a fear of POOP!! Muahahahahahaha

Just kidding Wee Drew-ble. Aunt Nancy would never do that to you. To your mom maybe... /evil