morning

so today sammy decides to take a bathroom break and proceeds to clog up the toilet. as he gets up to let me know what has happened, his brother decides to play football. the pass is thrown, sammy ducks, and it lands where you ask? in the toilet. that was way fun.
especially since earlier in the day i had already fished out some popsicle sticks and wrappers from the same toilet. now the toilet has red popsicle stains. who doesn't love a good poop story.

old poop story...

jack was not a fast potty trainer. we started and stopped a few times. one day he was playing trains in the basement when i heard him excitedly tell me..."mom, i didn't poop in my pants!"
i was all, well maybe if i just leave him alone he will go on his own is the method i should be using.
when i go down to congratulate him on his big achievement. i notice that the railroad tracks on the carpet look darker then usual. and that he has found some play coal to load into his 'cargo train' compartments. and then it hits me. he may not have pooped in his pants, but it didn't go into the toilet either. ahhh! i gated him in the laundry room and just wanted to burn the playroom down. instead, stanley steamer paid an 'emergency' visit to our house. no, it wasn't a fire or flood... it was worse i told them!