if you have no interest in reading about poop, don't read this

Ugh, I think I deserve a raise. Not in the (kind of) recognized by society as money-deserving jobs. My mamma-pay needs to be increased.

Although Pic and I did devour a pound of cherries yesterday and although Cardo and I try to make sure that plenty of fruits, vegetables and whole grains are ingested by la bambina, Pic has been struggling with constipation these last two days. We've given her a couple of doses of baby laxative and she munched on some prunes just a bit ago. (I remembered after we talked, Poke, that we did buy prunes before we went on vacation.)

So, I was just sitting downstairs, here, cruising the blogosphere when she called me up to her room to let me know, “Mamma, I pooped in my panties.” People, constipation is no longer a problem. We have gone from one extreme to the other.

I cleaned her up and disinfected her bathroom and she’s resting a bit now.

This is going to be a long night.