Marelle:  You know, to be honest with you (because we are always concerned about Marelle's honesty????), I was a little surprised when you had Ethan.
K:  What part were you surprised about?
Marelle:  You were a little more into poop and vomit than I expected.  I mean, don't get me wrong, I know from having my kids at your house how crazed you were about green snotty boogers but I guess I just didn't expect you to TALK about poop as much as you did when you had Ethan.
K:  Oh, I HATE poop.  And now it's starting all over again. 
Marelle:  I'll give you credit.  That kid of yours seemed to have a blowout every single time you went into public.  Mine, he just crapped all over me at home.  For some reason, I don't really mind my own kid's poop.

Where in God's name do these people come from?  You really don't mind your own kid's poop?  In your hair?  Really?  I think that is spoken by a woman who will no longer have newborn poop in her hair.  Until she comes to visit...

I guess I should apologize to the Internet right now for the fact that this blog is about to return to its Poop/Vomit obsessiveness.   Feel free to visit often to remind yourself how glad you are that you are beyond this stage of life/my life is far worse than yours/babies are the worst.

Ed. Note:  Marelle called back to say when she was getting a urine sample for Faith's doctor's appointment today, she managed to do a collection with a cup that had a hole in it.  The kind of hole that makes urine go all over Mommy.  I'm not saying karma's a bitch.  I'm just saying "HAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"