{"id":396,"date":"2008-08-29T13:16:31","date_gmt":"2008-08-29T18:16:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/?p=396"},"modified":"2008-09-01T07:27:36","modified_gmt":"2008-09-01T12:27:36","slug":"listen-do-you-smell-something","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/?p=396","title":{"rendered":"listen . . . do you smell something?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s DAMN NEAR GAME DAY!!!<\/p>\n<p>And we&#8217;re not on television; Carrie can&#8217;t watchie! \ud83d\ude41<\/p>\n<p>Poop.  Speaking of poop . . .  (you know there&#8217;s gonna be more of these stories now that Lydia is about)<\/p>\n<p>Steven got home with Lydia yesterday afternoon.  He&#8217;s Daycare Daddy right now.  We were about to turn right back around and go out to eat but figured we&#8217;d better check her diaper first.  <\/p>\n<p>Collectively, that was the smartest thing we&#8217;ve done in our lives.  She was swimming in poo, and it wasn&#8217;t all that great-smelling &#8212; kinda surprising considering she&#8217;s still nursing.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I knew I&#8217;d been smelling something in the car!&#8221; Steven exclaimed.<\/p>\n<p>So we changed her up; Steven helped in between huffs of the Butt Paste. (&#8220;They should make candles that smell like this.&#8221;)  When we got in the car to go to dinner he swore he could still smell a lingering aroma but I assured him I didn&#8217;t smell a thing.  It was only his mind being brought back to the horror of the scene.<\/p>\n<p>After dinner we were heading back home.  I had been having el ranko fartos since, it seems, time began, and I felt another one building up.  Steven was telling me about a programming website he found.  I waited.  He was very pleased with this website.  I waited.<\/p>\n<p>Then it came.  An SBD, a Global Killer.  It was to be a silent strike.  Steven was still talking.  Lydia was asleep in the back seat.  I waited.<\/p>\n<p>Suddenly, Steven stopped talking in mid-sentence and exclaimed, &#8220;I STILL smell it!&#8221;  He glanced back toward Lydia.<\/p>\n<p>Poor girl, getting blamed for her mother&#8217;s rankness!  I started giggling and fessed up.  She shouldn&#8217;t carry such a burden yet.  I&#8217;ll wait &#8217;till she&#8217;s older before I blame her for my flatulent self.  <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s DAMN NEAR GAME DAY!!! And we&#8217;re not on television; Carrie can&#8217;t watchie! \ud83d\ude41 Poop. Speaking of poop . . . (you know there&#8217;s gonna be more of these stories now that Lydia is about) Steven got home with Lydia yesterday afternoon. He&#8217;s Daycare Daddy right now. We were about to turn right back around [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,16,11,3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/396"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=396"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/396\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=396"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=396"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=396"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}