A Poem

Its been awhile since I've posted. I started with one post a day while I was working through my backstock of photos and stories but once I got current, I had to sit back and wait for something to blog about. There's been a couple of times that Naomi has said to me "Mommy, look what Maya did! Can you use it in your blog?" And I would turn to her and say "No baby. Its not enough poop for mommy's blog." Well, the wait is over.

Before we begin, I want you to know that the events we're about to cover happened in ONE incident.

I decided the best way to write about this specific situation was to write it as a poem. Mostly because there's a lot of things that rhyme with the word "poo". This is gonna be fun! Can't you tell?

Ok, here goes...

Here's the girl who made the poo...

And here's the poo that got on her shoe..

Here's the poo that got on the ground...



Sadly that's not all the poo that I found.

Here's the poo that got onto the bed.

There's not much I dread more than poo in a bed!

Here's the poo that got onto the chair... How did poo get from her diaper to there?!

Why would you ever poo in the potty when its so much more fun using poo to be naughty? Watch some cartoons while the poo sits there drying. Then mommy comes in and says "Why are you crying!?"

P.S. I also do greeting cards if anyone is interested.