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.