Doody Calls

This is what I found on my bed the other morning:

Yeah, I thought the same thing as you…who the heck pooped on my freshly washed sheets??? As I got closer I was starting to realize what it truly was:

and thank the good Lord above, it wasn’t poop.

Instead, it used to be this guy:

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This is a blog where I will share my adventures and mundane tasks as a work-out-of-home-mom. I now have 2 kids and my wonderful husband, so the juggling has gotten a little bit more tricky (man-on-man defense). We also have 2 dogs and 3 cats (we used to have 4) so as you can imagine, our household is pretty busy. Since I never feel like I'm being listened to, I figured I'll just start talking at the general Internet community and see what happens.



Whew! That’s a relief! Although, will there be drama as to the chewing up of said toy?


Jenni would have had me convinced it was poop, and then laugh her butt off if I fell for it… Which NEVER happens, riiigggghhhht. 🙂


Actually, it looks less like poop and more like something that should still be attached to his owner.

Burgh Baby

Blech! If you hadn’t proven for a fact that it wasn’t doody, I totally wouldn’t have believed you.


So glad it’s not poop! Cause who would you blame? Child? Animal? Justin? hehe.

Too bad it wasn’t a Baby Ruth!

G's Momma

Thanks for the laugh! I was very convinced that somehow you had poop on your bed.

BTW, our blog title and tag line crack me up.


TOO FUNNY! You poor thing, being served a heart attack like that. 🙂


Oh Bwaaaaaaa haaaaaa haaaaaaaaa!!! Totally looks like a part of my husband that will be missing soon.

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