Poopy Day
Elle is potty trained...Praise the LORD!
Silas thinks he's potty trained...it's a monkey see monkey do world around here.
About 20 min ago I noticed Silas pulling on his diaper...sure enough...big prize inside.
As i was done cleaning him i said, "silas you need to start going poopy on the potty"
His eyes lit up as to say, "good idea mommy"...so he stood up and ran off to my bathroom.
all he had on was a shirt, socks and shoes...so i truly admired those little naked buns as they jiggled away.
Ok...so 5 minutes pass...then i hear silas, "Oh no...mommy...shoe..." he walks in the kitchen holds his shoe
up as high as he could...sure enough...poop on his shoe.
I was happy to see it was only on the top of his shoe...but as i took the shoe off...it was under his shoe too...all in
the creases.
He took my hand and pulled me to the scene of the crime...every step we took there were little poopy reminders on the carpet from
the bottom of his shoe.
Through the hall, into my room...the poop marks continued...across the floor mats in my bathroom...then there it was...dog pile right
by the potty.
Silas could not have been happier as he showed me.
As my good friend Macy Crossland says, "this is my life...i can't make this stuff up".
Silas thinks he's potty trained...it's a monkey see monkey do world around here.
About 20 min ago I noticed Silas pulling on his diaper...sure enough...big prize inside.
As i was done cleaning him i said, "silas you need to start going poopy on the potty"
His eyes lit up as to say, "good idea mommy"...so he stood up and ran off to my bathroom.
all he had on was a shirt, socks and shoes...so i truly admired those little naked buns as they jiggled away.
Ok...so 5 minutes pass...then i hear silas, "Oh no...mommy...shoe..." he walks in the kitchen holds his shoe
up as high as he could...sure enough...poop on his shoe.
I was happy to see it was only on the top of his shoe...but as i took the shoe off...it was under his shoe too...all in
the creases.
He took my hand and pulled me to the scene of the crime...every step we took there were little poopy reminders on the carpet from
the bottom of his shoe.
Through the hall, into my room...the poop marks continued...across the floor mats in my bathroom...then there it was...dog pile right
by the potty.
Silas could not have been happier as he showed me.
As my good friend Macy Crossland says, "this is my life...i can't make this stuff up".
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I'm so glad that's your story and not mine...
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