Jeeze Mommy

Had to dig in the memory archives for a post today - hubby home post call. Did a lot of fun nothing on my list.

So here is an older (maybe a few months) story, but SO worth telling/reading.

Ah, potty training. I read the books (yes, plural), I took the "your child is a ____________" personality quiz to assess training methods. I know, I'm crazy.


And before I implement my carefully constructed plan, they came to me and said, I don't want to wear diapers anymore. I want big kids underwears (yes, plural).


It was that easy. The books did not address that method. Anywhooo - One afternoon, little man, says he has go poo (which is sometimes synonymous with pee), but who questions a two year old - you just GO.


So, there he is poised for success on the edge of the Elmo potty - I am chillin' on the steps because i have been ordered to give "him some privacy to do his business", and I say, as I have said a million times, point your penis down.

His reply, "Mommy, poopy comes out your tushy, not your penis."


I stand corrected.