He Pooped on the Potty

And he said, "I pooped an 'S'!"

I Don't Like 2 1/2 Year Old Boys

I don't mean that really, but seriously, he's hell on wheels.


That's a whole roll of toilet paper stuffed into the toilet. By Chay. He spent ten minutes in time out plus a spanking for that one.

He spent nap time on Saturday painting his room in poop. Two hours after we put him down for his nap, he wandered out with no pull up and crusty poop on his butt. When we went to investigate where his actual diaper was, we discovered poop all over the white nursing chair I was getting ready to sell, his toys, and his wall. Thankfully he left his bed alone because while I can spare the nursing chair, I can't trash his bed.

He's also figured out how to unlock all of our doors, both leading outside and in. The sliding glass door that has double locks? Yeah, he's got it. The door leading to the garage. Simplicity. Two times this weekend we found ourselves chasing the little escape artist around the yard to rangle him back inside. Erik spent today installing a third lock on the sliding glass door and deadbolts (up high) on the rest of the doors leading to the outside.

He's a pickpocket, too. He routinely steals things - Ray's dolls, E's small tools, my lotions, for example - and hides them. You don't realize it until its too late and they are totally missing. Its taken us a few weeks, but we think we've figured out his favorite hiding places. But every once and a while he breaks out a new one and my favorite lotion is missing for months.

I don't think I'm going to survive the three year stage...

Her Interpretation of Our Yard

Ray drew this picture tonight:


Seemingly innocent, right? Well, let me break it down for you like she did me...

Here we have a sky with rain clouds and rain:

The rain is falling on this flower and helping it grow:

This is Ray playing in our yard:

And this is our yard:


Let's take a closer look, shall we? (She didn't say that, I had to throw it in for a little dramatic flair.)

What's that blue spot, you ask? Maybe you didn't, but I did.

Dog poop.

Looks like Ray is telling Daddy he's got some yard work to do.

Stinky Butts

What is it with boys and their poop? Chay could not care less about having poop in his diaper. He will go hours (yeah, sometimes I forget to check, call me a bad mom, k?) in poop without complaint. Sometimes I only find out because I pick him up and he's squished it all around to the point that its coming out the top of his diaper and between his legs. I've managed to train Ray to let me know when he's pooped, and, trust me, she's not afraid to check. She gives him random checks about every ten minutes if she happens to smell something she thinks may be poop. And god forbid he toots. She immediately insists we change his diaper because "Mooommmyyy, he's got a stinky butt!"

You see, Ray has never liked having a stinky butt. As evidence, I present the following photographic evidence (can you tell I've worked with litigators for 13 years?) taken when Ray was 16 months old:

I pooped. Please change my diaper. Whaa.

Look! I'm walking funny 'cause there's shit in my diaper! Whaaa!

Why isn't anyone changing my diaper yet?

Mommy, please make Mr. Chris stop taking my picture. And, by the way, change my damn diaper!


Whee! I've got a clean butt!