West Texas Mama

Poop is a popular subject at our house.  Not necessarily amongst the parental units, but definitely amongst the under 5 foot population.  I can tell you, dear reader, must also have a fondness for the subject or you would not still be reading this blog.  Finally, my children have provided me with enough gems regarding poop that I must share with you.  Lucky you. There's nothing like your beautiful little girl shouting out in the middle of church, "MY POOPS ARE COMING OUT!".  So lady-like.  And I love the looks I get from other people in stores when I tell my little darling she'll have to wait to potty and she begins to spin around in circles, grabs the back of her britches and shouts, "BUT I'M GOIN' TO POOP MY PANTS!"  Apparently all announcements regarding our bowel movements must be made at full volume. Little Sunshine is an authority on poop.  She has studied the subject in depth.  More than once I have been summoned to the bathroom to be met

A few months ago, my coupon binder went missing.  One September morning, I went to get in my car and the door was unlocked.  That was unusual as I'm pretty OCD about locking doors.  As I slid into the driver's seat, I had the immediate feeling that someone had been in there.  You know the one:  you can't really put your finger on it, you just know that your stuff has been touched or moved.   I told El Hubbo and we checked - no window's broken, the change was in the cup holder - the only real sign was my Bible cover was unzipped.  Then I it hit me:  MY COUPON BINDER WAS MISSING.  I said, "Someone took my coupon binder!" El Hubbo told me he didn't think so - he popped off that it had to be the work of some deranged individual.  Then he told me I had probably taken it in the house and just forgotten where I put it.  He was less than supportive of my instinct that someone had been in my space.  "Why would they just take your coupon binder?  That would b