Poop Hands

It’s kind of like jazz hands, but with poop.

This morning Liam was able to get his hands directly in the poop and give it a good squeeze.  I’m just not fast enough anymore to catch him before it happens.  Can you give yourself E-coli?

On a happier note–Matt is home and I woke up this morning at 7:30 to a toasted english muffin and a pot of coffee.  Man, I love my husband!

Also–my mom and I spent a total of 8 hours yesterday making baby food.  We used just about every pot and pan in the kitchen and I’ve got bruises from the ricer (see–Marianne, I told you I’d use it!) we used to get everything to the right consistency–but we now have tons of homemade, organic sweet potatoes, peaches, plums, applesauce, and carrots.  I’ve still got some pureeing left to do and several things need to be frozen (we ran out of ice trays) but we made good headway.  I hope to finish everything up next weekend with the peas, green beans, and blueberries.  After that we should be set for a while.  Thank goodness for the Dekalb Farmer’s Market!

2 thoughts on “Poop Hands”

  1. “we ran out of ice trays”
    Do you freeze the baby food in ice cube trays so it’s already portion-sized?! That’s BRILLIANT!!! You are going to be on speed dial when we have kids!!!

    By the way, I’m sorry I didn’t email back yet. I meant to two weeks ago, and things got crazy, and then we went to the beach for a week. I really will get to it this week…
    Talk to you soon!

  2. I wish I could take credit for the ice tray thing–but I got the idea from the internet…if you want, when you have kids, you can put me on speed dial and call me and I’ll look things up on the internet for you…

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