Before I became a mom I would not even say the word poop. But today not only did I say it, and had a little talk about it with a wild two year old; but I cleaned it up off my front steps.
The boy is completely potty trained. I can honestly say that because he was smart enough to take off his clothes before he pooped. He quite obviously just decided it would be a lot easier to do it outside than walk ALL the way in the house.
I made him sit on the toilet while I was running around cleaning everything. When I came back to tell him he could get off he said, "Me go potty mom, me have a treat please, me ask you nicely". It was one of those times I had to turn my head to hide my smile so he couldn't see. Even when I'm so frustrated with him he just gets me and I'm glad I get to stay home with my littles. O I love that boy, but some days I think it would be easier to have a day job.
This picture above has nothing to do with this story but it is an interesting fact. Earlier today Trig found a bag a beef jerky. He ate so much, he didn't want me to take it away from him. I told my sister over the phone and she said 'you better get it from him he is going to be constipated'. Well that clearly wasn't the case.
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