And while I am venting about things I have no time for... I need to sound off for a second about phantom poops. I really have no more time for phantom poops. Cooper is very good at telling us when he has pooped -- sometimes even before the smell leaks out, he comes up to us tugging at his diaper and complaining. Well, now Cooper thinks he needs a new diaper when he has gas. And so he comes to me, grabbing his pants and smelling pretty awful, so I haul him off to get changed. Silly Mommy. The possum strikes again.