I questioned myself yesterday.  When did i become that person?  The person that can walk into a room and have poo everywhere and turn around get the cleaning stuff and clean baby and poo up, and it not be a big deal.  Earlier on in life i would have freaked out screamed Probably called my mom to help clean it up.  Not yesterday,  I walked in, the smell hit me like a brick wall,  I powered through the wall of stink and saw my smiling baby standing up in his playpen in all his glory,  poo everywhere including around his mouth, and all i said was " oh come on Knox don't eat your poo".   I got him up bathed all the poo off, Cleaned up his bed threw his stuff in the washer and went on with my day.  Why is another person's poo not a big deal to me anymore? 
I ask myself again,  When did i become that person.




























