Week 18: A Vision in White

Liam’s days are evenly divided between being covered in poop and waiting to be covered in poop. He loves it. He smiles every time he farts. He laughs every time his shit smells like rotten death. Our job as parents seems to be cleaning his butt cheeks, powdering his balls, and then patiently waiting for the sludge from his ass to find its way into the back of his onesie.

My favorite part of the day is this brief moment when he is perfectly clean, happy and still debating whether he'll poop in the towel.