It puts the fear of God into me about pooping today. I really don't want to relive that phase of my life with Emily.
Emily is off to a birthday party right now and when it (ever) stops raining, I'm going to do something risky, something daring, something outrageous.
We're going to leave the house.
With underwear on (me included).
This is a big step.
I probably don't have to say that I'll be packing two extra outfits (for her.... I'm pretty sure I have enough muscle power to hold it if I need to).
Wish us luck!