So, 27 month old Emily is now potty trained. She still wears diapers for nap and bed but she is now officially a panty girl. She is now emptying her own potty into the toilet when she finishes. Impressive you say? Well, it was until tonight. Emily has always had the really hard deer pellet crap...again, until tonight. (She is going to hate these poop talks when she is older.) She sat on her potty and did her usual business while Clint and I sat on our butts and ignored her doing her usual business. BAD MOVE. We didn't know anything was out of the ordinary until a little voice said " I got poop on my hands." OH SHIT!!!! Emily did not have the usual deer pellets tonight...she had the green apple splatters and when she tried to poor that into the toilet, she missed. Being the good little helper she is, she tried to pick it up. OH....MY....GOD!!!! Well, it is all cleaned up, but I am going to get a really BIG glass of wine.
I was considering a new layout, a new title, well just an overall new feel to my blog. I mean some things have changed since I first started recording my thoughts and feelings of the going ons in my everyday life. Well, I am no longer taking Paxil and well, crap.....I think that is it. I thought the poop was really no longer an issue as well until this week. Someone decided that an oopsie poopsie was not something they might share with their mother. You know the lady who does the laundry. I was blessed with the joy, upon removing clean clothes form the laundry, an overwhelming smell of shit. Yep, SHIT!!!! I had almost all the clothes in the dryer and noticed a wad, a ball, a massive roll of poop. Apparently someone had pooped enough in their underwear and then just snuck it into the dirty laundry. GROSS!!!! I mean really?!?!?!? You don't think you might have at least given me a heads up so that I could pre-clean the undies. Man, boys are so gross!
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