The Scoop On The Poop

(Click on picture for a bit of gross silliness)

You can just stop reading right now if you don't feel like hearing about it.

The Poopsmith is a simple guy who never talks, just spends his days shoveling poop from one pile to another. Gross, right? Well, I AM THE POOPSMITH. Or should I say, "The potty training is going well"? My dear sweet girl, the one who only used 2 diapers a day, the one who is terrified of sitting on the big toilet, the one who looks so cute running around with her bare bottom on prominent display for the whole world to see... is now the girl who poops up to 8 times a day on her little potty chair. When you include the peepee, I am dumping and cleaning that horrid little potty chair bucket upwards of 12 times a day. So, when you call me and say, "So, what are you up to these days?" And I respond with a despondent, "Ohhhh... you know, just the usual mom stuff." Please don't ask anymore questions. And unless you want to sit through my 3 hour tirade on POOP, do NOT ask how the potty training is going.

(Sorry, Sis, Wendy, and Sarah. I should have given you this warning before you all called yesterday.)

Now, if you don't mind, I am off to check the potty chair again, to say, "Good job, sweetie, you did it," again, and to clean out more poop and pee... AGAIN!!! And yes, the potty training is going great, juuuuust great.

I Fired My Nanny

What would you do if you had a live-in-nanny who allowed you all the free time in the world? Would you fire her if she were too good at her job? Well I did. That's right, I had the world's best nanny and I pulled the plug on her yesterday. Why? Because my son loved her so much that he never wanted to sit and read with me. My daughter loved her so much that she refused to leave her long enough to let me potty train her. She preferred to just pee her pants, while being held in the loving, non-potty-training arms of her cooler-than-mom-will-ever-be nanny. And, frankly, I loved her so much that I was letting her do all the parenting and was beginning to forget my childrens' names. I know I did the right thing... after all I am their mother and I need to be in control around here. Even though I am proud of my decision, I can't help but miss her. Already I'm feeling the loss of all that free time. The kids have begged me to let her come back all morning. My youngest has been in tears, screaming her name. My 5 year old started crying when I told him she was gone. My oldest asked if we could have her back for just a short visit. I hugged them all and said, "I know this will be hard for you for a few days, but soon it will be easy and you will get over her. We have lots of other things to do around here and if we play together, as a family, we can have lots of fun."

I really hope I can get through this without her......

Good bye Dora Labrynth Spongebob Magic School Bus Veggie Tales, we will miss you.

Potty Training Update

1 peepee on the floor

1 peepee in the chair

5 peepees in the potty chair

2 poopoos in the potty chair

One naked bum running around the house wearing a batman mask and cape.

Oh yeah, we are having fun!

Ewwwwww!

Can you guess what I'll be doing for the next two weeks?