blogging is like baby poop

blogging, or journaling even, is like baby poop... the quality and quantity of what comes out is directly related to what goes in. well-nutritioned, plentiful breastmilk will make soft, often watery, mustard-yellow poop that doesn't stink very much at all... but a mind that has imbibed nothing but harry potter, and that mostly on the toilet, for weeks on end will produce, well, blogs about how blogging is like baby poop. in my newly small world i must find ways of expanding inward, since outward expansion is now hampered by the amount of stuff one must carry with a young baby and the stress of handling a fussy baby in public (ever tried breastfeeding a gassy, unwilling, but hungry baby in public while wearing and trying to maintain hijab, on an engorged breast that is "letting down" milk all over your clothes? and no, he won't take the bottle in that mood either...)
okay, well, while he's still sleeping, maybe i'll try to squeeze in a shower and wake him up afterwards...
by the way, here is a picture of my son

and here is one of my new nephew...

update: and here is cutie-pie raihana!!