Pardon me for the delay in posting a new post. With the baby on the way, there isn’t much time to do other things. I come home, unpack and hit the nursery with the intensity of a low wattage light bulb trying to get things in order before the baby arrives. After a long day at work, the last thing I want to do is more work.
My mother-in-law and my wife were pecking away at the various knick knacks people have sent to us. We are so grateful for the kindness shown by all of our friends and family.
The topic then moved to diapers at some point in the night. I had eaten dinner only a few hours earlier before the mother-in-law decided to broach the subject of how we should clean the diapers and handle the smell. I started to feel a bit queasy. I can handle blood guts and gore, however when it comes to soiled diapers, my stomach wants to upchuck on to the hardwood floor.
I thought it would be best to leave the situation and calm down in my office. I pulled out an old box of cards to start sorting. This usually calms my nerves. All of a sudden this card popped out. The card visually described how I was feeling when the topic of poop came up earlier in the evening. It just so happens his nick name happens to be “doaner”. For some reason it has a natural association with the word “poop”. I can’t tell you why, but it made me laugh. Sorry Mr. Doan but you made me feel better.
Okay here is “Doaner”