Hi my name is Vince. I will crush you.

Warning - if you have trouble talking openly and freely about poop, then I would recommend just skipping down to the pictures

Poop. It smells. Its gross. It smells. It's a strangely powerful symbol of a parents love.

So I'm giving Vince a bath, much like any evening. But tonight he decides to surprise me with a little gift. He can say "papa, poo poo potty". (He can't actually drop a deuce in the toilet yet, but he says that when he's feeling stuff starting to move around). Tonight he says something wierd like "papa, soap". Or maybe it was "papa, I think something's about to happen here". Either way, I ignored him, since I didnt here the magic words of "poo poo potty". So I turn back to the tub to find him sitting next to a big mess, for lack of a better word.

Now this isnt the first time this has happened. Fortunately, on previous occasions the poops kind of looked like this. ie quick and easy clean up. Tonight, the poop looked closer to this. Ugh. Oh well.

Here's some non-poop related pictures


Kind of looks like me. Replace blue cap with burnt orange cap. Replace water bottle with Shiner. Replace food stains on shirt with....well ok that one is dead on.


Yeah, papa still can't stay in the lines


Vince and his cousins. I think this is when Auntie Alice was in town for a visit





Roberto Jr's 1st Birthday Party.




Vincent in Austin. Check out the wicked bruise on his forehead



Vince in Zilker Park. We forgot to pack a bucket and shovel. Vince improvised

Untitled from jennifer on Vimeo.

Later