Things that start with P.

I'm sitting at my desk, checking e-mail and looking through clip art, and Summer and Camryn walk in with potatoes.

"Why do you have potatoes?" I ask.

"We're making a pile," Summer answers.

Okay... a potato pile... better check this out, I thought. I go in the kitchen, and there it is, a potato pile.


Better than scattered throughout the house, I suppose. I think a pantry will be our next purchase.

A little while later, I'm finishing up the (super super cute!) shirts I made for Summer and Camryn to wear to my brother's graduation party later today.

(Can't claim these designs, I made them using clip-art I purchased.)

Summer was playing with her kitchen next to me, and Camryn was in the living room. She runs in, naked. I laughed, but then, I remembered in horror that I had smelled poop a few minutes earlier. I got up, ran into the living room, and witnessed the grossest thing I have ever seen. Harley had eaten her poop out of her diaper. I hollered and yelled and ran around in circles because what else do you do when you catch your dog eating your kid's poop?

Flash forward 5 minutes: I had cleaned up Camryn and I was about to put them both in the bathtub.

"Dammit," Camryn said with a smile.

"What did you say?" I asked, thinking she must have said something else.

"Dammit!"

Oops... I'll admit I may have shouted that a few times after witnessing the fecal consumption.

"Camryn, that is a bad word. You shouldn't say that."

"Yea, that's Daddy's word!" Summer shouted.

Needless to say, it's been an interesting day so far. I hope you are all having a great weekend!