I was sitting on the couch beginning to type my post about my day at the mall with the girls and post a cute picture of them eating $11.00 in pretzels and lemonade when I smelled that all familiar aroma of urine and poop fermenting in cotton. I had been asking Gracie if she needed to go to the bathroom every 15 minutes since dinner and usually she is good about feeling that she has to go. It was my mistake for not making her go and try but I didn't ...lesson learned. So there she is standing in the living room...thankfully standing, saturated and stinking and says nothing about the fact that she is sopping wet with an abundant load of poop wedged between her cheeks. Luckily she was wearing three pairs of her Ariel panties and a pair of shorts so the cesspool of filth stayed in her pants and did not get on my carpet or furniture. So into the bathroom for the cleanup and lecture. It was horrible. It smelled like one of those construction site port-a-pottys, it was that bad. I am still posting the cute picture of them at the mall so we can all remember the happy times.
Ughhhh! Boy do I remember these days. Wasn't too long ago! I finally had to have Moses clean up after himself, would stick him in the shower, and make him clean out his underwear, and himself. He hated it, and after a few times of doing that, finally started going in the potty.
Posted by: Lori-Lynn Navarro | June 01, 2008 at 10:53 PM
Ughhhh! Boy do I remember these days. Wasn't too long ago! I finally had to have Moses clean up after himself, would stick him in the shower, and make him clean out his underwear, and himself. He hated it, and after a few times of doing that, finally started going in the potty.
Posted by: Lori-Lynn Navarro | June 01, 2008 at 10:54 PM
You have me rolling right now! Been there.
Posted by: Amanda | September 16, 2008 at 10:24 PM