Lately, I’ve felt like either the Poopy Police.  My son, Aidan, is just over nine months old.  He stands on his own.  He crawls everywhere I let him and sometimes places I don’t.  I take out the dog, I clean the litter box, and I change Aidan’s diapers.  I have become a bit obsessed with washing my hands as of late to keep things a bit more sanitary around here.  I seem to have developed a special skill though.  Usually, I can tell if someone has pooped just by sniffing the air.  Example…. Here I am in the bedroom minding my own business, when in wafts an invisible cloud of odor that permeates my nostrils.  It’s uncanny.  The dog could have a gas attack in the living room and I’d smell it before I get out of the car to come into the house.  Well, maybe not like that but you get the point.  Maybe it’s just a daddy thing.  Because mommy, she still has to lift Aidan up and smell his trousers most of the time before she knows for sure.

Today, I am sick with a cold and trying to let Aidan hang out in his playpen most of the day so that I don’t get him sick too.

William Lehman

My passions in life are my family, my relationship with God, creativity and expressionism. This blog, decloned, reflects those passions. My belief is that all true creativity comes from the Creator first and foremost.