best part of my day was listening to big h sing "praise Him, praise Him, all ye little children. God is good. God is good."
oh, and the multiple conversations goo and i had about poop. i'm sorry. it's such a joy for her to start discussing it. because that way, come friday (when we begin our skivvy-wearing journey), she will hopefully be more aware of things.
i promised i wouldn't talk about it, didn't i? sorry.