tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11348495.post656462724806673677..comments2023-04-30T02:58:51.994-05:00Comments on Starting over in the Rose City: the one where I write too much about poopPortland Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15177227481763249513noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11348495.post-2928219651200935612009-04-22T18:54:00.000-05:002009-04-22T18:54:00.000-05:00I couldn't be more proudI couldn't be more proudDebbienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11348495.post-73698420411946728782009-04-22T16:55:00.000-05:002009-04-22T16:55:00.000-05:00Would you ever have believed at 13 that at 30ish y...Would you ever have believed at 13 that at 30ish you would be bragging about poop. Crazy!! The thing about pooping and probably why you are so emotional is that he is taking one more step away from his complete dependence on you and Kate and that in itself is hard. As a parent you like to believe your children need and then they become independent and you start to feel a little left out. Each milestone is a melancholy event, you are happy for them and sad for that "little boy" who used to need you to change his diaper, or drive him to his friends house, or listen to him about how his day was. It is wonderfully rewarding to be a parent and really hard at the same time. love you all so muchjamienoreply@blogger.com