SON of a BEACH!!!!

A good friend of ours invited us to go on a 4 day vacation to Gulf Shores, Al. All we had to pay for was gas, food, and fun. How could we say no? There was a slight catch though. We would be traveling with 4 young kids for 8 hours. Before you say "Ooooh....." let me also tell you their ages; 7, 4, 3 and 11 months. WE REALLY WANTED TO GO TO THE BEACH. So, we headed out Saturday at 5am on our fun-filled weekend at the beach.
The trip down really wasn't that bad. The kids slept until around 8:00 when we stopped for some breakfast. The rest of the time they watched movies and stayed pretty much quiet until we got closer to our destination. Then they started getting a little restless and excited. When we finally arrived at The Beach Club, "The Poo Poo" hit the fan, which I knew was inevitable. I had just unloaded the luggage and was parking the van while everyone was waiting for me at the lobby doors. As I came walking up I heard Harlee screaming, like in pain screaming. When I got closer I saw Melissa crying, holding Harlee and trying to console her. Evidently, Harlee had her face and hands against the glass on the 'automatic' entrance door trying to see inside the lobby. Someone walked out the door and it opened on her arm, pinning it between the two door frames. Luckily she didn't break anything. The woman who caused the door to open had gone in the lobby and brought Harlee back two cookies to try and console her. When she asked Harlee if she wanted the cookies I could see a look of complete hatred on her face, as if she were saying ..."I don't want any stinking cookies you meanie". We had to wait for the Beach Club manager to come insure we weren't going to sue anyone before we finally got to the room. We were on the 15th floor, ocean-side, with a magnificent view of the Gulf.

The kids went crazy in the room, actually the adults did too. We were all so excited to get out to the beach. After getting all the luggage in and grabbing a quick bite to eat, we headed out to the water. This was Harlee and Brinlee's first time to the beach so they were both a little overwhelmed with all the sand and water, but they soon started playing and having a blast.

We played on the beach for a few hours and then decided to head to Wal-mart to pick up a few groceries and snacks for the kids. After a long day of riding in the car, getting arms caught in doors, and playing on the beach the kids were exhausted and fell asleep watching Monsters Inc.
We woke up early Sunday to a storm out in the gulf, which produced a beautiful rainbow.

We fed the kids some breakfast, waited for the storm to pass, and then headed to the beach again. We all had a great time and I built a huge sandcastle for the girls to play in.



Monday was a different story though. We got ready for the beach but Brinlee fell asleep, so I decided to stay in the room and let her take a nap while everyone else went out. Melissa came back 20 minutes later to get Harlee's sunglasses because she was complaining about the sunshine. Brinlee had already woke up so we all went down to the water. We played for about 15 minutes but Harlee wanted to go back to the room and Brinlee was fussy because she had sunscreen in her eyes. So Melissa and I took the girls back to the room hoping they would get some rest and want to go back to the beach later. It wasn't too bad since Melissa and I both had sunburns from the day before and wanted to wait until later to go out ourselves. After sitting in the room for a few hours and watching My Little Pony, Melissa was getting stir crazy. We started looking for something we could go do and found a Dolphin cruise that was going out at 6:00. We gathered the troops and headed to Orange Beach to see some dolphins. This was a really cool experience. The dolphins would actually follow the boat and surf in the wake. Here are a few pictures from the boat. (Sorry I don't have the pictures of the dolphins on here yet).




We got up Tuesday morning and started packing to go home. Everyone was sad to leave the beach but also wanted to get back home, especially the kids. Us adults just wanted to get the drive home over with. The older kids acted fairly good on the way home but poor Brinlee was just tired of being strapped in her car seat. We finally made it back to Tennessee and unloaded all the kids and luggage. With just the memory of the beach and the fun we had we faced our daily lives again.

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Smore Family Time

Ahh...the Great Outdoors. What better way to test the bonds of family than to throw your parents, your wife, two young kids, and a dog into a 22 ft camper and take away all of life's comforts for three days of national park sightseeing. I must admit the girls really enjoyed playing around in Papaw and Mamaw's "small house", going down to the playground, playing in the creek, and driving around at dusk to look for deer. For the adults it is an opportunity to escape the daily stress of reality, sit around the campfire and talk, and enjoy some bonding time over funny stories and smores. (I love smores!)
Melissa and I also brought Belle along to finally introduce her to the family. This would be the deciding factor on whether or not she would be a permanent addition to our clan. If the girls liked her and weren't scared of her, we would keep her. If not, we would have to find her a good home. Well the girls absolutely went crazy over Belle. Harlee was a little timid at first since Belle is almost as tall as her, but she finally gave in to the "Big Sweetie" (that's what I call her).

If you really want to have a good "Family Time" experience GO CAMPING!!!!

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The Story of Belle - Our New Family Member

Harlee has been begging for a pet for about a year now, I guess the fish we got her when she turned 2 are just not as impressive anymore. Melissa and I have been debating the pet issue for some time now and had decided to get her a cat for her 4th birthday, even though Melissa and cats DO NOT get along. (When she was younger a cat jumped out of a tree to escape her dog and landed on her head, the cat was just freaked by the dog but scratched her pretty good. So now she HATES THEM.) We travel a lot and aren't always at home throughout the day, so we felt getting a cat would be the more appropriate choice since cats pretty much fend for themselves when they are left alone. Plus we don't have a fenced in backyard for a dog, and we tried getting a puppy a few months ago but Melissa couldn't handle the house breaking period. Anyways, after much deliberation, we decided to pay the local Rutherford County Pet Adoption Shelter a visit and see what animals they had.

Melissa had to go by herself since I was at work. She asked for assistance in selecting a cat for Harlee. Specifically, we needed an older cat that was already de-clawed and very kid-friendly. The guy helping her said he had the sweetest cat for us, one that loves to lay in your lap and be petted. When Melissa went to reach for the cat it hissed at her and tried to climb up his shoulder. I'm sure the cat sensed her anxiety, and the feeling from her was mutual. So she decided to just see what kind of dogs they had. After looking over the prospects, she stopped at a female golden retriever named Belle that seemed very timid. The attendant opened the cage and Belle stopped right at Melissa's feet and raised her paw as if to say, "Nice to meet you". Melissa sat down and Belle put her head right in Melissa's lap. She seemed to be a very sweet and well-mannered dog so Melissa decided to take her outside and see how she reacted to being on a leash. When they opened the door Belle stayed right by Melissa's side and never tried to take the lead. After playing with her for about 40 minutes Melissa asked the guy about Belle's history and why such an older dog was at the shelter. The guy told her that Belle came from a family who had lost their home in foreclosure and had to move into an apartment complex that didn't allow pets. So they had to give Belle up. They had her since she was 6 weeks old and she grew up with their two young daughters. Melissa decided it was time to leave and told the guy she would talk to me and see what I thought about adopting Belle. He told us we needed to make a decision soon because her three months were up and she was scheduled to be euthanized. Well this just broke Melissa's heart. When she called me and told me Belle's story she was in tears. Now initially I was trying to be realistic about caring for a large dog and didn't immediately give in to the sympathy I had for Belle. We talked about it and called our family to see what they said. After all, Harlee is somewhat timid around big dogs and Brinlee is still just 10 months old. Melissa's mother told her she would take Belle if it didn't work out with us since she lives out in the country and has plenty of room for her. That was it. We decided to rescue Belle and give her a good home. So we went to Walmart and picked up some go food, feeding bowls, shampoo, collar, and a leash to welcome Belle to her new home. Melissa is going to pick her up today, just a few hours before her scheduled end.

I always say that God puts you in situations that tests your faith and character. I'm not saying that Belle is a 'God send' but it just seemed coincidence that Melissa happened to walk in that shelter the day before she was supposed to be put to sleep. With all this story having a happy ending I just want to say one more thing:

WELCOME HOME BELLE, WELCOME HOME

I know this picture is not very good but it's the only one I had of Belle and I had to do a screenshot to get it. I am sure there will be many more pictures of her with our family to come.

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Fireworks and Water Don't Mix

So I decide, against my better judgement, to fight the weather and the crowds in downtown Nashville, TN and take my family to see the 4th of July Celebration 'Let Freedom Sing' at Riverfront Park. I brought along my wife, two daughters, mother-in-law (Wanda) and sister-in-law (Kim). Wanda was really the deciding factor since she had never seen the 3rd largest fireworks show in the nation, plus Wynonna Judd was the headliner and she is a big fan. As we left the house I checked the weather forecast, a 10% chance of thunderstorms seemed like good odds so we headed out for family fun.
If you have never been in Nashville during the 4th, try to imagine squeezing 100,000 people into an outside space built to hold 25,000. It is a ridiculous situation to put yourself into, but the people are extremely friendly and everyone is excited, joyous, and overly patriotic. Even though the gates don't officially open until 12:00 noon, some people were there at 4:00 am to get center stage seats. We arrived around 1:30 and the place was already packed.

From 4th of July

After we found a place to lay out the blanket and set up our seats we had a picnic. Although the humidity and heat were kind of high, we stilled kept the 'fun' we were about to have in mind and decided to go for a walk around downtown. We stopped at the 'Family Fun Zone' so Harlee could jump on the big blow-up thingy.

From 4th of July

While we were waiting for Kim to get her $6 lemonade, the vendor told us there was an 80% chance of thunderstorms being reported by the event staff. I told my Wanda, "...what does she know, she's just a lemonade vendor". Well, later on after we had returned to our seats I found it unappetizing to be eating my own words. The rain did come and we sat under umbrellas trying to keep the girls dry while our butts got soaked in our fold-out chairs. And that was just a precursor to how the night would end. The MC for the event warned us about the coming storm. At least we weren't the only idiots that didn't listen, we HAD to stay and see Wynonna after all. Wynonna did show up, but for only 4 songs, then her management decided it wasn't safe for her to be on stage due to the coming storm. The event staff made the choice to light the fuses a little early since there were so many people still waiting it out.

After much debate between the adults, we chose to head back to my office building before the storm came and hopefully make it there to see most of the fireworks. WE DIDN'T MAKE IT. As soon as we got into the crowd of people the bottom fell out. I threw Melissa and Wanda the umbrellas to keep the girls dry, threw three chairs over my shoulder, grabbed the roll-behind cooler, and started pushing the double stroller through the crowd. (Did you pick up on how much I was carrying? Just stressing the situation). For some reason the people in the crowd weren't as friendly to a man hauling this load in a torrential downpour as they stared in disbelief. Maybe it was because they were all transfixed on the amazing fireworks show going on during the storm. Maybe they couldn't believe what they were seeing. Or maybe I was just reaping the wrath of Karma from insulting the poor lemonade vendor.

I finally made it the 4 blocks to the parking garage. Standing there soaking wet in complete disgust, I hear the booming sound of the spectacular fireworks show I had waited ALL DAY to see and now didn't even have a view of. Once my family had caught up with me, we headed to the top of the garage and managed to see the final 20 seconds of the finale as the rain slowly STOPPED. In retrospect, we should have just stood strong and watched the show instead of leaving and trying to beat the storm. I had the safety of my family in mind and thought I was making the mature decision.

As we returned home, after an hour and a half of traffic and driving, I jumped in the shower and turned on the DC and NYC Fireworks I had recorded while we were gone. It wasn't nearly as impressive, but we still all sat in front of the TV and enjoyed a family 4th of July experience.

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Do You Talk AT Your Kids?

Harlee, my 3-year-old, loves to interrupt an adult conversation with some profound statement about the grass being green or a new dance move she learned. I try to let her voice her thoughts freely, while at the same time expressing the rudeness of disrupting someone who is speaking. Brinlee is just now entering the speech-growth stage of life, mostly using her voice to say "da-da", followed by a fat-cheeked raspberry. I have made every attempt to use a calming voice while conversing with my daughters, but also speaking to them in an intelligent manner. I can have a very "grown-up" discussion with Harlee, even though some dialogue needs defining.
I ran across an article on Yahoo! News about talking to your children that claims the interaction between child and parent is just as important to speech development as the adults input alone. Basically, Talk TO Your Child, Not AT Them.

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Family Time is the Best Time

As I watch my little girls play, I notice the bond they are starting to forge. I've also noticed one thing for certain, when Brinlee is big enough she is going to beat the poo out of Harlee. Maybe it's the inherent dominance that comes along with being 'big sister' but Harlee treats Brinlee like a toy. She wrestles with her, wags her around, and pushes her over. If it weren't for Brinlee's toughness, I would be scared of Harlee accidentally hurting her. Watching the two of them play is very entertaining. Harlee's favorite thing to do is pull Brinlee on top of her and bear hug her until she gets riled up. One day Brinlee will fight back, and I have $20 on the baby. Besides, Harlee is a cream puff and will more than likely tap out within the first minute.

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How To Teach Your Baby To Walk

There are many experts out there who give great advice on teaching your baby how to walk. Most of the information you find can be summarized in three steps:

• Once your baby is crawling, help him/her learn to pull up to a standing position
• Hold your baby's hands and help them learn to take one step at a time
• Once your baby learns to take a few steps, stay close to encourage confidence

Now these are all great ways to assist your baby in learning one of the major milestones in his/her life. But I have come up with my own list that seems to be a little controversial.

• Put your baby outside until they learn to stand up and bang on the door
• Let your baby grab the self-powered mower, and CRANK IT UP!!
• Once your baby takes a few steps, teach them how to hold a golf bag

I wouldn't suggest this for everyone, but for those of you who are looking to REALLY challenge your child give my tactics a try and let me know how well your baby does.

My baby girl Brinlee Kate

Note: The views expressed by Matt McKee in no way reflect the views of Ahh...The Poo Poo. The truth is Matt McKee shouldn't even be raising his OWN kids.

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The 'Terrible' Truth

I have always heard the saying 'Terrible Two's' but I must admit when Harlee was 2 she was an angel. It wasn't until she reached the age of three that she started being 'terrible'. Now I understand this is a time in life where a young person evolves from the 'baby' stage and begins to question consciousness and character. But I'll be danged if they aren't hard to deal with. After seeing some of the other 'terrible three's' situations that our family and friends are going through, I must admit Melissa and I have it fairly easy with Harlee. Which worries me because Brinlee seems to be a very outgoing and adventurous baby right now. I think she will be a little more defiant.
I have always been a little rough and somewhat of a pest with my girls. OK, I'm down-right annoying most of the time. But I treat my girls that way so they will be used to being picked on and hopefully develop a constructive defense mechanism. They are both red-headed after all, enough to give the kids on the playground plenty of ammo to pick on them.
I was playing with the girls the other day and taking pictures of them. Most of the time Harlee is a complete camera hound, but I evidently upset her somehow. I'm sure it was my unequivocal ability to annoy her at any instance that caused her to storm off to her room. I followed her to her room, which made the situation even more upsetting for her. Now remember she can turn on the water-works at will. She started pouting and turned around to see my camera in her face. Her reaction was adorably hateful. She said ,"don't take a picture of me I look TERRIBLE". Melissa and I couldn't help but laugh even though she was obviously distraught. I guess she realizes when she LOOKS terrible, I only wish she would realize when she ACTS terrible.
I have learned very quickly there is no way to skip this 'terrible' stage in your child's life. I just accept Harlee how she is and allow her to express emotions freely. However, I do not hesitate to have a 'daddy talk' whenever she gets too big for her princess panties.

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The story of "Skippy and the Spotted Horse"

I always enjoy story-telling with Harlee. We have a lot of fun making up new and exciting adventures with our imaginations. If you have never tried this with your kids, you really should. A child's imagination is so much fun to be a part of. Harlee reminds me of what it's like to be creative and care free, and she helps me forget the daily stress that comes along with being a grown-up.
I asked her to tell me a story last night, and it went something like this.

"One day a little girl was walking down the road. She ran into a man named Skippy riding a horse named Spotted. She was really scared of the big horse and was afraid to talk to Skippy. So she ran away and came to a boat. When she got on the boat a big monster came out and she ran again. She ran all the way home. When she opened the door a ghost was there and scared her one more time. Finally the little girl just decided to play outside with her mommy."

Now I know this story may seem somewhat silly. But after thinking about it I realized my daughter had shared with me a very simple lesson. She told me in one little story what her three main fears were and what makes her feel better. Big animals, monsters, and ghosts scare her and playing with her mommy makes her feel better. When I asked her what the moral of the story was she said "you should play when you get scared." How easy is that? With everything that is going on in the world right now, maybe we should just stop and play. Too many times we get caught up in work, finances, and other stress that takes our focus away from what is truly important. Our family and our happiness.
Take this lesson from my 3 year old and try to apply it to your life. Slow down, think about the fears in your life, and try to spend just one hour a day doing something that makes you happy. For more information on family time visit FamilyTime.com or visit the YMCA for ways to have fun with your family.

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My Girls...My Inspiration

Just wanted to take this chance to let my readers meet my little girls. So next time I mention them you can put a face with their names. Here's my girls.

I apologize for the clarity of the photos, they were taken with my cell phone. If you want to see them you can visit my Picasa Site.

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Top 10 Reasons having two daughters is NOT COOL

Before I start the list, I want to remind my readers that I feel very blessed to have two beautiful daughters. Fortunately they are still very young, 3 years old and 10 months old, so the fears I have are somewhat premature. However, they are real and one day will come true. Here we go.

10. Hitting the BAD years at the same time
If you do the math you will realize my girls will eventually be 16 + 13, God help me. Not to mention 18 + 21. So I have already planned for a stress-induced heart attack somewhere around the age of 45.

9. The day I quit being 'Daddy'
One day my little girls are going to stop seeing me as their 'daddy' and start seeing me as this tyrannical fascist that is out to ruin all their fun and future social development.

8. The SEX talk
OK, I'll be honest, when the time comes to discuss 'the birds and the bees' I will most assuredly take a prolonged golf vacation and leave the life lessons to my wife.

7. The first date
This is one of my worst fears, but also one of my most well thought out battles. I will just have to tell their first boyfriends I have no problem going back to jail over beating a teenager senseless.

6. Wearing Makeup
Now I do not agree with old-school rules on this subject. More than likely my vote won't even count. I just don't want my girls using makeup incorrectly. I would much rather see them made up as the girl-next-door as opposed to the rookie hooker on the corner.

5. Drama...Drama...........Drama
Enough said. If you're a female you know what I'm saying, and if you're a guy...YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING.

4. Too much shopping
I hope my girls and I can find common interests to share our time together, but I assure you it won't be shopping. I also know that their genes contain one-half of my wife's complete obsession with it. I will be there for prom and wedding shopping though. It's a must do to ensure proper dress 'coverage'.

3. The first car
This may sound like a stereotype, but teenage girls are not the best drivers. I know.....BOOOO. They just scare the hell out of me.

2. Three women with PMS
Wowwy...Wow. Scientific research has proven that women living together tend to have their monthly visitors at the same time. I will be making my monthly visit to the golf course.

1. Boys...Boys...Boys
I'll kill 'em. I know how boys are, having been one for a long time. Especially teenage boys who can barely walk without slipping in their own pool of testosterone. They leave a trail like snails. My #1 fear.

I can only try to enjoy the time I have with my girls while they are little. They still see me as a hero, role model, and authority figure. I won't be like every other father and wish for them to stay little forever. I can only hope they never figure out that getting 'cooties' isn't that bad.

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Top 10 reasons having two daughters is cool

I grew up with a brother and no sisters, God bless my mother, so I never really experienced what it was like to live with girls until I had two of my own. Here is my list of the Top 10 reasons having two daughters is cool.

10. Getting in touch with my feminine side
I know what some of you guys are thinking, What is a feminine side? Well, I am a big, sloppy guy and sometimes we all need to to learn how to deal with things with a little more brain and a little less brawn.

9. Learning how to fix hair
Well my wife is a stylist so I don't have to deal with this as much as some fathers do. But being able to just pull up a simple pony-tail can be a valuable talent when you're in a hurry.

8. New experiences and interests
My oldest daughter is in dance and gymnastics classes and she's only 3 years old. It is very impressive to see the talent that some of these girls have, including my own little girl. These are not activities that a typical little boy is in to.

7. Opportunities to act silly
With little boys you can just throw a ball at them or wrestle with them on the floor and they are completely occupied. Little girls invite you to tea parties, singing competitions in their room, and cheer leading try-outs outside. My little girl serves a mean cup of air.

6. Date night
I know my girls are very young, but I hope to instill some manners and social consciousness in them at an early age. Besides, how else could they get in those PG-13 movies. = p

5. Teach them how bad boys are
I hope I have many years to go before I have to worry about boys. But who better than me to teach my girls about how YUCKY! boys are.

4. Learn more about women
I know absolutely nothing about women. Watching my girls grow up might finally give me a little insight on how to deal with the opposite sex.

3. Easier to potty-train
There are those of you out there who will probably debate this, but it only took us 2 months to get our first daughter completely potty-trained.

2. First word is "Da-Da"
Both of my girls said 'da-da' before anything else. My wife says it's just an easier sound to make, but I know who they love more.

1. LOTS OF FREE HUGS AND KISSES
Little girls are just SO much sweeter than little boys. And eventually boys get tired of that mushy stuff.

On my next post I will give you my Top 10 reasons why have two daughters is NOT COOL. Now don't get upset with me, I love my girls. There are just some things that fathers fear and I'll share them with you next time.

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Funny Baby Pic of The Day

I am always on the lookout for funny baby pictures and videos. Here's a good one from ICanHasCheezburger.com.

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Poop 'n' Pool, Pee 'n' Play

What's the first reaction that comes to mind when you have a new puppy, you're trying to get it house-broke, and it goes 'poo' behind the couch? Rub its nose in it, right? Well what do you do with your kids when they just refuse to potty sometimes, even though they've been potty-trained for over a year? I experienced two examples of this 'phenomenon' yesterday.
My wife and daughters, and a good friend of mine and his son, all went swimming. As you probably know, when kids get to playing and having fun they lose all track of anything else going on, including any alerts to possible bodily functions. Well my friend's little boy failed to inform him that he had to go 'poo' until it was too late. Of course the first instinct of a parent is to get upset and scold their kid because they spent so much time getting them potty-trained in the first place. However, he uses the same kind of parenting I do. Tell the kid "it's OK" and let mommy be the bad guy.
Later in the evening, my daughter and his son were playing at our house. We were in the living room and heard a short scream. My daughter came out of the room, holding herself and dancing. I knew what was next and how little time I had. I never even made it out of the chair before she gave up the fight to hold it in. This has happened a few times and it infuriates my wife. She forces her to wear her mistakes for a little bit to shame her into not doing it again. It may sound cruel but it worked very quickly to get her potty-trained initially. Again, my idea of parenting is to be the 'good guy'. When mommy left the room I told my daughter she wouldn't have to wear her wet panties and she could go back and play.
The funny thing is that boys and girls have different ways of dealing with 'potty time'. Little boys will just go ahead and do it and reap the consequences later. Little girls will wait until they are at the point of absolutely exploding, and then do a 'happy dance' while running to the nearest bathroom, ultimately not making it. I can't give my daughter too much grief over her little mistakes. My mother says I would be outside playing, pee my pants, run in and change clothes, and then go right back to playing. Must run in the family.
If you want help or want to hear some stories about other parents and their potty-training ventures visit Parenting.com.  

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Why "Ahh The Poo Poo"?

When I became a father I learned very quickly how my life was going to change. I faced my new responsibilities with a headstrong attitude that I would be the 'best' father I could be. Three months after my first daughter was born I decided to go back to school full time. I quit my job and became "Mr. Mom". Needless to say, those first three years of studying for school, changing diapers, and keeping the house going was a very challenging, low-paying, occupation. I made it through and arrived on the other side with a BS Degree and a relationship that most young fathers never experience with their daughters. In retrospect, the life lessons I've gained from my daughters are much more valuable than any piece of paper from a university.
Now my first daughter is 31/2 and we have a second little girl that is 9 months old. Which brings a truly literal meaning to "Ahh the Poo Poo" when you think about how many diapers I have to change.
For those who have young children you know how much fun it is to watch them grow. The "stuff" they say, the "stuff" they do, and the "stuff" you sometimes just want to scream about is what inspired the title of this blog. It is my endeavor to share my experiences, stories, pics and videos about my girls that always make me think ..."Ahh The Poo Poo".

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A little about the McKee's...

I started this blog to share my journey through 'Daddy-hood' and learn from other people going down the same path in life. I have realized in a very short time that living with a wife and two daughters is not an easy task. And definitely not something I was completely prepared for to be honest. Don't get me wrong, this is not an attempt to find sympathy but more of an opportunity to share stories, advice, and general interests with other individuals who have young children.
Just to give a brief background of myself, I married my beautiful wife Melissa on January 15th, 2005. Our first daughter, Harlee Callan, was born on August 14th, 2005. Three years later our second daughter, Brinlee Kate, was born on August 28th, 2008. Now our family is pretty much complete, minus maybe a family pet in the future. Melissa and I have been married for 4 1/2 years now, Harlee is now 3 1/2 and Brinlee is 9 months old.
I have many stories, pictures, videos, and information to share and I hope to get some much needed feedback from my readers. This a work in progress and hopefully it will become a great way to our family and see how we grow together.

Matt McKee
Founder
Ahh The Poo Poo

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