Back to Basics

Grandma and Grandpa left to go back to New York today. We spent our last couple of hours taking a bunch of photos and with them holding me and kissing me. Grandma was upset. I can tell that she cried right before she came over. This morning, when I was crying because I was hungry, well, that was only half of it. I’m with you.

Now, with them heading back to New York and with Gram and Grampa away down south, I’m left with just Mommy and Daddy. I gotta tell you, it’s nice to spend some time with the family unit. We bonded. We sat on the couch and communicated with each other. I cried. They tended to me and made me feel better. It was exactly what I needed: some down time.

I also pooped my brains out. A large, smelly, somewhat solid poop that filled up one diaper, and then its replacement when I decided I wasn’t done. Yep, it took three diapers to get me clean. There were wet naps everywhere. I even got some poop on my sock, and then on my foot.

If my poops were an Olympic event, this one would have been a medal contender.

It would have been the Michael Phelps of poop.