Did I almost get you? You really thought I could shut up about my life and my kids for THAT LONG??? Wow, I am impressed with your impression of me. I do not have that much self control, nor will I ever.
Today I am on the potty-training bandwagon. Nora will pee in the pot, but not shit. She only shit in the pot for the first couple days of this endeavor--granted its been less than a week--but I am already damn sick of swishing shitty underpants in the toilet. I know some of you childless folks out there, or those of you with kids too little to go in the pot yet, you're cringing at the thought. The other option is to wad up perfectly good underpants and throw them in the garbage. That is my husband's solution, but since I am currently on a limited budget, and am now realizing that landfill space too is just as limited, I'm a swisher.
There is nothing more joyous though, than early this morning, about 5, to hear her little cartoon-character voice from the bathroom upstairs say "Mommy, I made a poop-snake in the potty! Like a big girl!" I want to hug her, squoosh her into bed with me, from the relief of this exclamation. I will not be swishing little girl panties this morning! The turds made it into the pot! VICTORY!!!
And now to tackle the After-Lunch Poopie.
No comments:
Post a Comment