Dear Zach,
I have to preface this letter by saying I know it is cliche to say that when you have a child your conversations revolve around all things kid. That is to say all things formula and baby food and diapers and sleeping and napping and toys and of course: poop. Your Father and I have become cliche. If we do have time away from you we talk about you. You are always on our minds. We love you so much. And I’m sorry if you are embarrassed by any of the stories told on this website. And with that I give you today’s letter:
Poor Zach. You seem to be cutting another tooth for the past few days. You’ve been all drooly and chewy and today had a little bout of diarrhea to boot. That caused your poor little bum to become SO red and sore that just wiping it causes you to scream and howl in pain. We decided to give you some diaper-less time to air things out and since you’d already moved your bowels about 16 times today we figured we were pretty safe. You snuggled on my chest and watched cartoons with your huggie. After a little bit you wiggled your way down and made your way over to your car. You’ve really figured that thing out lately. You tool all over the house and yard. It is parked in the living room to charge by the TV. So you climbed in backwards and stood there watching the TV. You had literally been off my lap for all of 15 seconds when I heard that tell-tale grunt. I didn’t need to look. I already knew. By the time I got to you though (about .2 seconds), the poop had smeared all over the steering wheel and up your backside, and plopped into the floor of the car. Somehow Mommy managed to corral Elvis into your room to keep him from **gulp** “cleaning up” while holding you and your dirty bum at arms length. After you were hosed off in the tub Daddy got home from running errands and we set in on cleaning your car. You somehow got poop smeared in every crease and crack of the steering wheel. It required the use of an old toothbrush to get it all out. A toothbrush that has since been thrown out. You thought it was funny that Daddy and I were cleaning your car in the bathroom as you splashed around in the tub. And as I was tooth brushing poop out of your steering wheel I realized how much our lives have changed. And I wouldn’t change it for the world.
Love Always,
Mom
P.S. If there is one thing to be learned from today it is that you really need to chew your blueberries better.
