Young Master Sam is 39 weeks old today, which means he has officially spent more time outside my body than inside it. And speaking of rocky, painful passages from inside to outside, perhaps it is fitting that Sam, for the first time in his young life, has just experienced something I'd delicately and euphemistically refer to as "a logjam up the river".
I'm not going to blog about it here because this is a site devoted to higher thinking, proper elocution, and company manners. No, if you want to read the entry in which the word "poop" appears in greater density than anything I've ever written, you're going to have to mosey over to my latest entry -- subtly entitled "Nggggghhh! NGGGGHHHAAA!!!" -- at the Bored Housewives Network.
Also, a Best of Blogs update: I was ahead in the popular vote, but now I'm in third behind two extremely strong contenders. Do with this information what you will.