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. 😉

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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