Why I accidentally spoke some words this morning. Sorry!

Starting off the Fourth of July with poop on my arm, wasn’t what I had in mind. This morning, my cute 1-year-old son not only pulled his diaper off and pooped on the floor, but he also painted the wall with it and then came over to give daddy a “good morning” hug. My wife and I were nearly unconscious as we always are at that time in the morning. While we were dozing in between parental responsibility and a good night sleep, our 1-year-old was making us pay for it.

Have you ever been woken up by a poopy hand on your arm? It’s a wonderful feeling. Last night when I went to bed I was hoping I would be woken up from the wonders of sleep like that. There I was peacefully lying on my bed dreaming of sugarplums and fairies (not really), when all of a sudden my son – with the biggest smile – squeals to wake me up. “Oh look at his handsome face,” I think to myself, “Hmmm. I wonder what that smell is?” Oh ya, of course, it’s poop on my arm!

At that point I said a string of words, not cuss words, but very frustrated words. I wish I could say that I held back my frustration like I talked about in my last post, but this time it got the better of me. I didn’t even think about the fact that I had spoken until later, but by then it was too late. Oh well, maybe you will cut me a little bit of slack!

I don’t really have a good connection for this post and the cause, but I am trying to raise money to fight slavery. I guess it is the Fourth of July, which means that we could celebrate freedom by freeing slaves through the financial support of IJM (that’s kind of a cool thought). Remember there is a matching pledge which will double our impact. You can free children from slavery by clicking here.

Oh, and if you have a 1-year-old WATCH OUT! There’s a good chance this story will happen to you at some point especially if you fall under the temptation of trying to catch up on some sleep!

Happy Fourth of July Everyone!


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