Sometimes My Apartment Smells Like Poop

For a year and a half, I have wracked my brain wondering why my apartment randomly smells like poop sometimes. ¬†It would be easy now to blame it on C, but he’s only been around for nearly nine months. ūüėČ

Every time it happens, I walk around my apartment sniffing everything like a bloodhound. ¬†The garbage can, the diaper genie, the bathroom, the sink, the refrigerator. ¬†I probably look pretty crazy. ¬†But how the heck does the smell of poo infiltrate our humble abode? ¬†It’s an unsettling problem to have.

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Nighttime: An Open Letter to C

Dearest C,

When you were super little, I very much enjoyed sharing our one bedroom with you. ¬†It was such a comfort to know that you were just a foot away from me. ¬†It was so easy to come to your aid in the middle of the night when you needed one of us. ¬†In the first couple of weeks, when my new maternal instinct was in overdrive and I had to check to make sure you were breathing, I didn’t need to go far.

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Raising a Child in a Residence Hall

I’ve mentioned in the past that Hubster has a live-in graduate assistantship. ¬†He is a residence hall director and we live in the hall director apartment in a residence hall. ¬†There are distinct pros and cons to raising a child in a residence hall. ¬†It’s an environment that emphasizes the value of education and diversity. ¬†I’m really excited that my son will be growing up understanding how valuable and exciting higher education is. ¬†We will have the opportunity to expose him to a diverse group of people, backgrounds and beliefs. ¬†There are many students that may not have experienced these things until entering college, but our son will be opened to them from the beginning.

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