Now that I’m six weeks in, or rather, out, I’ve made a few observations. I get the feeling that the general belief is to expose a newborn to music however I really doubt they meant ‘The Doody Song’ remixed by my Papa, the chunky one. What’s worse is that the chinky one has joined in too! So now when while I hover over the sink completely exposed with water splashing against my bum, I get the Doody Song in surround sound! Is it any surprise that I end up in tears pretty much every time?


And another thing; Poopy Monster? Fart Pants? Really? That's your plan for instilling confidence?