Imagine This

More kid stories; sorry.

I can tell he's gotta go potty. They make certain faces and sounds you key right in, you know immediately what's about to go down (no pun intended). I think he's been trying to go all day but for whatever reason, never did. So when I saw the signs, I was ready to go. I get him to the potty, take off his diapy and there was one little guy in there, fine fine fine, I show him where it goes, open up the diaper and put it in the potty, swing him up there and lo and behold, he goes. High five, good job, talk it up, cheers around the room. Good good good!

He says all done, I get him down, start the tub for his bath and he toddles off to see his big brother in the other room. He was out of my sight for all of 30 seconds when I heard an "uh oh" and I go racing around the corner to see him standing there with his legs spread apart and a nice little "pile" between his little baby feet. And some liquid to finish the whole presentation off. Nice. I mark my thoughts and words I mean my goodness, he's only 18 months old. I say "Oh baby, are you ok?" and he says, "uh oh" then three heartbeats later he says "mmmaaaaammmaaa" and puts his hands in the air. Poor thing. I leave the lovely pile sitting right where it is, I don't warn anyone, "watch out for the poop!" I don't do anything but wisk him back to the bathroom, clean him up and get him in the tub. Bubba Dubba.

So then I say to him, "Did you go poo poo on the potty?" and he says, "yes" and then I say "Did you go poo poo on the carpet?" and he says, "carpit uh oh". I love him. I mean, come on now. How cute is that? Ok. Maybe not so. But it is. Maybe only the kind of cute a mamma could appreciate, but cute nonetheless.

As I was cleaning the mess up, and trying not to vomit BTW, I was thinking, ok, slowly we go. And this is ok. Slow is good. Slow is good. Stinky, not so much, but slow? Yes. Slow is good.

Jenn