weak stomach??...don't read!

I debated on whether or not I should post this. However, reflecting on the moment, I decided that this must be archived!

Most of the time I get to do very little in the garden. Someone is either sleeping, eating or I don't take the time to get every coated in bug repellent. Tonight I decided that even with the mosquitoes being nasty, I would lather everyone up and we'd all go outside to pick veggies. As Aaron is getting more mobile, I worry about him launching himself over the edge of the wagon. I decided to spread out our picnic blanket instead. This usually works well because he isn't a fan of the grass just yet. We were happily pulling carrots and conptemplating picking the beans when I heard, "Ack! Ack!" I looked back and noticed something in front of him on the blanket. I thought Alex had put something in front of him, and he was chewing on it. I scurried over only to be completely mortified. My sweet baby was playing/eating dog poop!!! I thought I was going to barf. I quietly but sternly yelled, "Paul, Paul get over here!" Laid back Paul didn't move too quickly but there was no way I was yelling, "Get over here. Aaron's eating dog shit!" for the whole neighborhood to hear. Paul picked him up and hauled him in. We quickly got him cleaned up. He's now squeaky clean! We think Gus is to blame.

What a day!