The Word On The Street: POOP

And don't worry, for those of you who are sick of reading poop posts, skip to the end.

James has come up with a new form of punctuation. He ends random sentences with the word 'poop.' Yesterday, when talking to his beloved Auntie Rachel and Uncle Phil on the phone, he said "I love you POOP!" This morning, when Jeff was leaving, he said "I need nuts POOP!" (Which means knucks, by the way) I don't really know where this came from, but really, nothing that a toddler does makes a whole lot of sense. He has also continued the time-honored tradition of naming ones poop. 'Look, Mama, a shark poop and a whale poop. My poop has eyes!' I must scratch my head and wonder, Where did he come from? And then I remind myself of the probability of Jeff and I producing a normal child: slim to none.

And now for a little bit of poop-less posting! I am going to run out at any second now and become a farmer. I have always liked plants, gardening, etc. Recently, I read a book called Animal, Vegetable, Miracle. This book is about a family who grew nearly all their food for one year. What they had to buy, they bought it locally from other farmers. Obviously, I am not going to be able to do that. But, growing stuff sounds like fun! I am already planning my garden for next year. I also hung out for a few days this summer with my friend Erin and she is quite the little suburban farmer. She inspired me, then sent me home to read the AVM book. I also recently heard about a concept called Community Supported Agriculture. Basically, you buy a 'share' at a farm and then get a share of its crops. I just went today to check out one today, and it was so cool. I am seriously considering doing it next year. Not only does it seem to be a good value, but it is a fun experience for the kids and the produce is organic which is that much less tasty pesticides we would potentially consume.

Enough of the random blathering. I have things to do and the world to conquer. Or at least a bunch of beans to snap.