Poop Low Down

To encourage the flow of poop and to help me transition back into writing, I've decided to do a weekly interview with the Kid. Something funny will eventually come out of this, I just have to keep on pushin'


Me: With the holiday season upon us, can you tell me which holiday is your absolute favorite?

Kid: Um. Winter! Winter because you can build snowmen. Also, Christmas is in Winter and I just love Christmas.

Me: What about Thanksgiving?

Kid: Yah, that's a good one, too. It's yummylicious, I think. Is it?

Me: Yes, it is. Tell me what you're thankful for this year, because last year you were only thankful for mushrooms.

Kid: Silly...mushrooms? I said that? Well, this Thanksgiving I'm thankful for you.

Me: Are you enjoying school?

Kid: Yes, let's talk about something else.

Me: Ok, what about after school? What do you plan on being when you grow up?

Kid: After preschool I want to be an architect. Probably on a Saturday.

Me: Interesting. What kinds of things would you build when you're officially an architect after preschool on Saturdays?

Kid: I would build houses and parks. They build houses, mom. I'd make parks with swings, slides and a beach. All the houses would have swings in them, too.

Me: How much would you charge to build someone a house?

Kid: 15 bricks.

Me: Anything else you'd like to add in before we wrap up this interview?

Kid: No. I'd like to play my harmonica now. But first I have to use the potty, are we really done?

Me: Yes, thank you for your time.

Kid: No problem.

Dear Santa

Mentally, I'm not 100% back into blogger mode, so I'm cheating today. Here's the image of the letter to Santa that the kid wrote today. She spoke, I typed, no editing done. This one really doesn't qualify as "poop", but it's too cute to not share.

Poop - The Early Years

My first blog entry, here at least. This time is different though. I won't go off course, I will stick to the poop and nothing but the poop. Ok, that was lame but I couldn't resist, sorry.

Anyway, those who know me...hey. For those who don't, here's a brief explanation of why I'm here, what all the "poop" is about, and where I'm going with it.

I was a blogger long ago. Not too long ago, but long enough for me to have forgotten what the pain was like and delusional bored brave enough to have another stab at it. My original intentions were to talk candidly about motherhood, I strayed too far and got lost along the way. I learned that I'm not that awesome when it comes to writing about myself. Fine, lesson learned. So, here I am to talk about the next best thing, my daughter (she's really the first best thing, but that doesn't flow as nicely, I don't think.)

She's a character. She's three. She says lots of funny poop. Most of which I forget within the span of a laundry cycle. So to ensure that I get to fully embarrass her (which is a motherly right, you know) on her wedding day in 74 years, my plans are to journal all the poop she says and present it to her on a platter. A silver platter of course, it is a wedding after all.

Just for the record, I'm not usually one to say "poop", more of a French hussy type of gal, but again, she's 3, it's a wedding, I'm keeping it classy.

Enjoy.

P.S. Most of my posts will be straight from my Facebook status updates, it's a bad habit, so if you want to skip all the bull..poop, feel free to friend me HERE.