Suggestions for poop stain removal?

Just now while I'm blogging and neglecting my children (it's an evil habit, this blog is), I hear, "Mom, I have poo-poo." So I go to see Ame, grab the wipes and a diaper on my way, only to enter the front room and see her there naked with an empty diaper in hand--not a skid mark on it. "Where's the poo-poo?" I ask. "Right there," she responds, and points to the biggest tri-colored log I've ever seen. Sitting on the carpet. At least it was a log, right? But there are a few…what's the word…smudges (?) near by. I've tried with wipes and carpet cleaner, but they are still there. Help, please!

P.S. Notice there's not a photo for this post. You see, I'm a thinker. I hope you appreciate my thoughtfulness.

Learning to swim…

…is not for everyone, even if islander blood runs in your veins (weird--this is the 2nd posting day in a row talking about blood running through veins).

The picture above is of Makai's first swimming lesson. What? you ask. That's not Makai, that's Ame! Yes it is. That's because Makai wouldn't get near the water (I was actually dragging him), and we couldn't get our money back, so Ame took his place in the preschool class and swam like a champ. We have tried again two different days, but Makai still refuses, so Ame's getting a head start in the swimming department. I don't know if or when Makai will learn to swim, and right now I'm not too concerned about it.

I know some of you are thinking, "Why have you never put him in swimming lessons before?" To answer that, I would remind you that this is the first summer of my adult life that I have not been working full-time during the day (and swimming lessons is not part of the daycare's curriculum). This summer is my first opportunity to sign him up, and it appears I've done it too late.

How horrified would his Tongan grandparents be to know that their one and only grandson doesn't want to be in the water?