Tuesday, May 17, 2005


Shef is sleeping on me – I successfully carried him in from his stroller without waking him up, which is a miracle. Now we’re just sitting here. Shef is cuddling sweetly, and I’m watching a great third-season GG re-run. A moment ago, I started smelling something nasty, and I suspected a dirty diaper – the day’s second offering.

Now, a few moments later, I know for sure that he has a dirty diaper because I opened up the back of his pants to take a whiff, and I accidentally stuck my finger in the shit.

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