First off, let me agree with you that far too many of my recent posts have been about poop. But this blog is about my journey as a mom, and currently, it REVOLVES around poop. I'm getting sick and tired of it too.
Anyhow, my husband, Chris, read the last update, and he sent me an e-mail. In response to Izzy's not wearing a pull-up, he wrote, "Maybe underpants will encourage him to not go in his pants. Keep pliers and an empty washing machine handy." I'm assuming the pliers were to pick up the dirty underpants, but that was a pretty loaded instructive to hand to a nearly insane mom.
But Chris was right. They underpants did indeed encourage him not to go in his pants. Rather, he took them off and POOPED IN THE FLOOR. Yep. Then he walked in his poop and tracked it all over the house.
I'm going to go get those pliers now. *insert evil laughter here*
1 comment:
LMAO poop poop and more poop. See your last few posts have really summed up mommyhood. There is a lot of poop involved. I love how you include the sweet and adorable with the poop though.
Your kids are so cute. I gotta stop coming here you are making me want to have another baby.
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