Yesterday our good friends daughter came over to play for awhile. We've known Jim and Debi for five years now and Gracie was born exactly one week before Benjamin! In fact, several friends all had babies very close to the day Ben was born. Having other parents to laugh, commiserate, and celebrate with as we raise our children has been such a blessing. Here is a snapshot of a sweet moment I caught yesterday between Benjamin and Gracie. Now, if they are doing this fifteen years from now, we might have to have a talk. ;)
Yes, you read correctly... dog poop. I've been waiting for it to happen, and today it finally did. Benjamin and I were exploring outside this morning (it finally stopped raining so we could do that again!) and I turned my back for a minute to throw a stick for Sadie. When I turned back around, I noticed that Benjamin was intently inspecting something on the ground. Not just inspecting, but probing. WITH HIS HANDS. I bent down to take a closer look and realized that my son was playing with dog poop. Dog poop . Disgusting. I whisked him up and into the house, zombie style (arms straight out in front of him) and thoroughly scrubbed his hands with my favorite "Kitchen Lemon" anti-bacterial, hopefully anti-dog poop, until his hands (and arms) smelled like a citrus grove. As he sits next to me while I write this, eating a granoloa bar, I have to reassure myself that the anti-bacterial soap did it's job (as did the hot water and vigorous scrubbing for a full sixty seconds...
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