Walks have been hard to come by since Noah showed up. I mean, it's not like we never go out, but what used to be three hours a day has been...shall we say...drastically reduced. And I've been accommodating — I force myself to sleep more during the day, I ration my food and water to keep the bio break requirements to a minimum, and I've even learned to convert my poo into farts (mind over fecal matter). The downside of course, is that the house stinks for the peeps, but let's face it, with eight diaper changes a day, it was gonna stink anyway.
But sometimes I have to take a stand by taking a seat at the door. And what does Dan do? Takes a picture. It's the curse of being cute.
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