I know that talking about poop is like the mommy blog version of a stand-up routine about airline food (not that I consider myself a mommy blog per se, I do have a disinclination to be pigeonholed though others might just tell me to face the facts, I'M THERE), but Mack had a poop today after which the only recourse I had was to just dump him straight into the bath. And then throw out all his clothes. And then move to a new house.
Edited to add: Oh my god, I love this. I LEGO N.Y., from the "Abstract City" blog in The New York Times. OK, now I'm homesick.