POOP

"So, Jill, what do you do all day now that you're not working anymore?"

"Well, other than take care of my two darling girls, I clean up poop."
(laughter)
"No, seriously, I clean up poop." (not laughing)

I've had this conversation a few times now. The reason is that I have begun potty training Hazel and have started using cloth diapers for Luna. This means that I'm cleaning out a lot of poop and doing a lot of laundry. Some of you may think I'm crazy for using cloth diapers in a third world country but it's so much cheaper, the diapers don't end up in the river and it really hasn't been hard at all. It just means that I need to put on my beautiful yellow rubber gloves and clean out some poop from time to time.
Hazel has had her good potty-trainging moments and her not so good potty-training moments. I won't go into much detail (I'm tired of using the word poop), but let's just say that she had 3 baths today.
On top of all this, the other day, my wondeful nephews made their mom stop the truck so they could jump out and catch a stray kitten for me. Aren't they sweet? I brought the half-starved kitten home, bathed it because it stunk like dead rat, and began to pet and love it. It thanked me by pooping on my leg. I then barricaded it in the computer room. By morning I couldn't take the smell any longer and moved it outside. I haven't seen it since (sorry Brodie and Drew).

I'm really hoping this phase in my life moves along quickly (although I have a sneaky feeling it's only just begun).
Sorry, I don't have any photos to post.