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Here I sit in the doctor's office. It's our typical Monday apptmt. This time we have a young friend with us – I'm helping his mom who has an apptmt today. For the SECOND week in a row, Samuel has pooped while I was back with the doctor (I visit with her briefly before Jacob goes back). Last week I was prepared with diapers and wipes in the car. This week, not so much. The dr had an extra diaper and some paper towels. Hallelujah!

I changed him on the bathroom counter only to find a blow-out! On his clothes. I come back to the waiting room to find that it was also on the couch! The horror! Forgive me if your squeamish about poop talk (I am) – unfortunately this is my current reality. It's all cleaned up now but the little girl and her mom who go after us refuse to come in the wait room because of the smell. I'd like to just shrink into a corner now and hibernate, wake me up when he's potty trained (which won't happen until after trek).