Number Two

So its been a very very long time since my last post. But I'm back and I have so much to share. Since then Z and I got a dog (a drooling boxer we named Blue), got married, moved a couple of times and had a baby! Baby O is what we shall refer to her as and of course the love of our lives and Blue's too I think... All the cliches are true about having a baby of your own, they rock your world, they are so perfect..yadah yadah yadah but what I found more fascinating since having Baby O and what really connected us to everyone else whose had babies was baby poo. Yes, Baby O's bowel movements instantly became the topic of conversation the minute she was born because it was so important that babies poo'd and how it looked and now Z and I would discuss it constantly and I find myself sharing stories with strangers and other moms over coffee about Baby O's latest and greatest number two event. Its not something that I set out to do talking about number two all day. It just happens. We meet up for coffee or dinner, catch up on things and talk about babies and boom! We talk number two. It just happens. It just does. Buts its amazing how far we've gone in our relationships to be able to talk about it so casually like a Sunday stroll. I guess for some it is a Sunday stroll. I know I never really talked about it with anyone pre baby, well maybe on rare occasions with my sisters because BS loves to talk and share and now I know why. Because when you're constantly changing diapers and wiping butts it becomes less of a big deal. It humanizes the whole event. And I love it. Heres a toast to number two because there is no avoiding you.