entry 19 (the poop report)

My mom gets up and walks Bear in the mornings. She usually goes after she sees John leave for work. When mom gets back I get the poop and pee report (whether I want it or not). Well...I got the poop report first hand, so to speak. I was cleaning off the kitchen table and picked up a crumpled paper towel. I was going to throw it in the recycle bin when I felt something inside. It was poop! And, my finger went right into the middle of the mushy, cucky ____ . I gag just thinking about it. Yuk!!!

entry 18 (early riser)

When I get up in the morning my mom 's awake and has been for a couple of hours. She gets up on her own and takes Bear for a walk up and down the sidewalk. She tells everyone about her routine "But, I don't take him on Sunday". After hearing this story for the millionth time I said "mom you know that Bear doesn't stop pooping and peeing just 'cause it's Sunday. We both laughed.

On Sundays when I get up mom is already dressed for church . This morning I awoke after a terrible nights sleep and was sitting on the porch to wake up. John appeared in the doorway and asked where my mom was. He said that he was up at 1:30 AM when my mom came into the room fully dressed for church - 1:30 AM and announced she was ready to go. When I went to bed she was in her PJ's and that was about 11PM. He told her it was 1:30 AM and she should change and go back to bed. "Nope, I'll just stay dressed and that way I'll be ready to go in the morning" .Hmmmmm, this can only get....more interesting?!