Human Anatomy

Not too long ago while changing Natalie's stinky bum, Jeremy and I had a conversation that went something like this:

"She's got stinky on her penis."
"Natalie doesn't have a penis"
"When is she going to get one?"
"Ummm....go get yout shoes and socks on, it's almost time to go."

Well, issues swept under the carpet never really go away.
Natalie, naked after her bath, was crawling around on the floor. Brent was holding her diaper, not quite getting around to putting it on. I advised him to get it on before Natalie peed on the carpet. The following day, Jeremy and I shared another conversation:

"Natalie doesn't have a penis."
"Nope, she doesn't."
"Well, Mom...yesterday you were telling dad that he needed to put Natalie's diaper on before she peed on the carpet, but Natalie doesn't have a penis."

The Lucky Day

So I'm thinking maybe Brent and I will head off to Denny's tonight for a hot fudge sundae. They actually have a Denny's here in Tooele. We can reminisce about the last 19 years of our lives and how it all began over a hot fudge sundae at Denny's following a really lame institute dance on St. Patrick's Day.
Funny, I was just bored that night...never dreamed I was going going to fall into a pot of gold. Family is such an amazingly rich blessing. How lucky I am to have created one with Brent.