the answer to the question "is that too much poop on my pants (shirt/sock) to go out in?" is no.
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- I'm a suburban woman on a quest for the simple life on our 10 acres in the Fingerlakes region of New York. I am living the dream and staying home to raise my two kids while my wife and I try to renovate our 150 year old farmhouse and keep the grapevines from consuming the house. We are a free-range family, and I spend my days with the kids crafting, gardening, canning fruit, and keeping the peace. Some days I'm lucky enough to fit in a little knitting.
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3 comments:
Gross. Don't forget that there's no shame in looking pretty, too.
Charlie went to daycare with the TEENIEST bit of poo on one of his socks. It was the last clean pair so what can you do?
And once I ran my hand through my hair during a diaper change and got poop in it. I did the best I could with a wipe but wasn't able to take a shower until after bedtime. Yuck!
I look pretty enough of the time to disregard the barest hint of poo on my pant leg. Parenting is a battlefield, don't you know!
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