Tuesday, November 24, 2009


I often imagine sweet times we will have with our children: a little one following Zeke around, the precious look of a baby who has finally recognized her mom, the laughter of siblings playing a game.

After today, I have two new imaginings. My new imaginings are grounded in new first hand facts. And that's a bit unfortunate, though there's nothing quite like a dose of reality every once and awhile.

Here are the two things I now get to ponder: explosive diarrhea and toddlers who spit.

That is so not a Holiday Gap commercial.

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