gross

I got on Facebook this morning and happened to see this ad on the sidebar. I added the giant symbol going across her body to cover her up because obviously a lot of people at the advertising company somehow forgot she was naked before they took the picture.I see this and immediately think two things:

1. American Apparel, you are stupid. I'm sad this blog is even giving more attention to you. If I have the chance to ever buy something of yours I'll walk away in the other direction, simply because you think having a naked girl in some tights is the smartest way to showcase your collect.

2. I think of my little cousin Caleb. He's in middle school and guess what American Apparel/Facebook, he's ON Facebook. As if he doesn't have enough pressure with school, homework, friends and home...he'll also have sexual temptation thrown his way. AND now, if he clicks on the computer and gets on Facebook, he'll have this image in his head too.

It breaks my heart and makes me think if sex is everywhere now...what sort of chance does my son have when he's in middle school? I think raising a baby is hard, wait until my son has the pressures and temptations from the world thrown his way everywhere he goes. And I thought I prayed hard now...

"what's in his hands?!?!?"

Yesterday Andy and I were sitting on the couch just hanging out and across the room I could see something darkish brown in Colt's hands. Looked like a handful of dog food. I ran over and guess what? It was handful of human feces. "Help me NOWWWWWWW! OMG!" Andy laughs. I start gagging and run some bath water.

Toddler blow out diapers are worse than baby blow out diapers because the poo just drops out of his pant leg wherever he goes. Poo...in piles. Poo...scattered. Poo...in his hands.

He squished it right before I got to him. Haha!

Hope you weren't eating.