Not for the Weak of stomach

I know most of you have probably read Kim's post about the wonderful experience Kaylin had while babysitting the twins. In case you haven't, here is the compact version. Bathtime had arrived, and while the twins are frolicking away in the tub, Jocie's sphincter muscles were a little weak. Out comes a floatie and Blake grabs it saying that it was yucky and tosses it out of the tub. Ah, babies and poop. There's nothing like it.

Gabi and Braydon were here the other day and I have no idea how their subject of conversation turned to diarhea. Braydon says to me "You remember Grandma when I had the green squirts. But I don't have them anymore." (Sure he doesn't have them, it was 2 months ago). Kids will say what's on their minds and this was Gabi's reply. "Louie (her new puppy) gots the yellow squirts!" I just stood there and tried not to let her see me laughing. You never know when laughing hurts their feelings.

Everyone has their "fecal" stories. Being a Grandma, they just seem funnier now.