Duncan has been going through this phase since he was born where he likes to get up in the middle of the night, jump off of the bed, and then scratch my bedroom door until I take him outside so he can poop the sins of all mankind even though he already did this right before we went to bed and eleventy times throughout the day before that. The Internet told me that he doesn't actually need to go poop in the middle of the night and that he's only doing it because I'm enabling him by getting up and letting him outside. Which kind of made me annoyed at the Internet because why does it always think it knows everything, including when we need to poop?

So last night I tried to ignore him and I thought it was working because he got really quiet. Then after a while I opened my eyes to see where he was and he was standing over my head, looking into my soul, and now I'm 45% convinced he's a dementor and he was preparing to practice the Kiss of Death.

And now, your Pictures & Distractions:

Listening to some tunes.

View from the front porch. 

Sometimes you just gotta plop down in the middle of a walk. 

*****Stranger Picture of the Week

Spotted in Kyoto by Amanda. 

Crap to distract you from whatever you're supposed to be doing:

Charm poultry leg bands. Thanks, Elizabeth.

Jim Gaffigan on massages. Thanks, Sarah.

Why we hate camping. Thanks, Michelle.

Voice recognition in Scotland. Thanks, Will.

Spice Girls ruined. Thanks, Natalie.

The Happy Meal toy people were obsessed with the year you were born. Thanks, Xander.

From The Onion. Thanks, Michael.

The Babysitter. Thanks, Sarah.

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