this post had a lot of different titles

… as I wrote it in my head throughout the day.

For example, right now, it should be called “de-lurk before i do something drastic,” as I have just found out that at least one blogger has declared this national de-lurking week and given how this day went, today would be a nice one for you, yes YOU, to stop by the comments below and say something. Hey, you don’t actually have to say anything to me about me. Just say hello. Introduce yourself. Tell me about YOUR day. Really. Please?

Earlier this morning, I was going to call this post “fountains of poo” because that’s what came out of my boy. Flowing, arc-ing, deep minty green and mustardy yellow, foamy, fountains. Went through three diapers as I continually tried to catch the flow, figured it was over and then was surprised again. Mostly I was glad that it didn’t land on me.

And then there was a long story I was going to tell about week two of mom-and-baby yoga class. But now I’m too tired. We went, I stretched, he nursed. He wasn’t the loudest baby this time. Yoga teacher thinks he has colic and told me I need to stop eating dairy and take him to see a homeopath. (She meant it in the nicest way.)

Sigh.