Kielbasa Pot Pie

Lauren made an interesting dinner last night. Kielbasa, cheese, cream of potato soup all in a pie crust. She made it up on the fly. I watched her make it as I was feeding Max. She made some puzzling faces (like "Hmmmm? Should I put this in there? Oh what the hell. why not").

It was quite delicious. Since she made it up on the fly we will probably never be able to duplicate it.

Winnie's Butt

Trying to get packed for the move sucks. We have had garage sales. Gave to Goodwill and Purple Heart. Taken stuff to the dump. We still have a ton of stuff. The worst part is trying to pack and still live in the same place. We have not done a solid food shopping in a month because we don't want to waste anything. So it comes down to what is left in the fridge and cabinets that we bought a while ago but never ate because we questioned why we bought it in the first place.
While I was feeding Max, Lauren was making dinner and her comment was "Dinner smells like Winnie's butt". Winnie is one of the 2 cats we have. Dinner did not sound so appetizing. It ended up tasting okay though. My thoughts this morning are the whole subject is "No wonder Bogart (the other cat) is always licking Winnie's Butt. Gross I know.

The Pope is hot

We had dinner tonite at Rose and Paul Costa's house. It was sort of a going away party. The Welch's were there. Gary and Julie and Kids. We are really going to miss these neighbors. They are fun and friendly and the types of neighbors everyone should have. We talked about all types stuff but mostly about raising kids which fits this blog perfectly. One topic was Pope John Paul II. It got me thinking that many people have pictures of him on their walls like a teenager would have a rock star poster or a bikini clad model picture. My comment. "The Pope is hot".


To the makers of childrens clothes. Especially, the makers of childrens pants (children who still wear diapers). To these pants makers I say...why oh why do you make pants WITH OUT the snaps around the inseam. Have you ever tried to change the diapers on a one year old? Not only is it a miraculous feat to remove the pants, but you need to be an Olympic level athlete to put the "No snaps around the inseam " pants back on.

About Me

I was born # 6 of 9 kids in Hatboro PA. That's right 9 kids. 1 girl (the oldest) 8 boys. I have always been amazed that my parents could raise 9 somewhat normal children. My dad and mom used to have some interesting ways of dealing with the nine kids. My personal favorite was when one of us would ask at dinner, "Mom, what's in this?". My father always replied. "POOP and BOOGIES. Shut up and eat it.". Not the same as "there are kids starving in China" but we got the message.

I became a dad in March of 2004, again in June 2006 and a third time in January 09. I have three boys. My sons Maxfield,

Wyatt and Jackson

have taught me a lot about what my parents meant when they did or said certain things. Poop and Boogies is the name of my blog (a fitting name for a blog about raising children) which is about my parents' influence on me as a parent.

My wife Lauren does her best to maintain her sanity in house filled with snakes and snails and puppy dog tails (because that's what little boys are made of). This blog was originally set up as a way for family and friends to keep in touch with us when we moved to Orlando Florida in 2005. We have since moved back to our hometown but the blog has kind of taken a life of its own.

Email-batmeaks@verizon dot net

William Meakim

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Blogs that I read

The Bloggess Pioneer Woman Bogart in P Towne The Bloggess Your Beard is Good KLOG Desperate Working Momma Rude Cactus Creative Breathing My Circus Life Sarah and the Goon Squad Oh The Joys Greeblemonkey Water Water Everywhere April's Reign Tales From The Dad Side Luke I am Your Father Creative Type Dad Bossy Dooce

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Other Cool Sites.

Darn Good Digs

Maxfield loves Luna 

My Dog's Period

I emailed my mom pictures of my son Maxfield with our dog Luna. My mom was very upset that I let my almost 1year old son get so close to the dog. My mother is very afraid of dogs. I told her that Luna is very friendly and that she loves Max. My mother response, "Well you say that now but who knows what type of mood Luna will be in the next time. What if she has her period and does not want to be bothered? Next thing you know Max is missing an Arm."

I will have to keep on eye on the dog for the PMS.

Poop and Boogies