So this entry doesn't even have a title.
The last couple of weeks have been crazy, but one of the most memorable days of the last few weeks was last Friday. My four year old has been potty trained for over a year now. Yes, it took until he was three years old to get him where he is now. Thank God for potty training grandmas. ... Anyway, back to the incident. I'm off on Tuesdays and Fridays. Those are my "house wife, stay at home mom days." I was cleaning up the front room and Mason jumps over the couch yelling, "I have to go potty! My response was as it always is, "pee pee or boo boo." His response as it always is, "pee pee." I continue to clean and start to realize that he's taking a little longer than it takes to pee pee. "Mason," I yell, "are you boo booing,?" "no." I continue cleaning and he comes back into the front room. About 15 minutes later he comes over by me, and I see a brown spot on his pants. I bend down to give the spot a sniff, and of course it was boo boo. I asked him, why he didn't tell me to come help him wipe his butt. "I don't want you to wipe my butt." I go into the bathroom and low and behold, there was boo boo in the toilet. Not only was it in the toilet, it was finger smeared on the wall and on the door. I smelled his hands and yep, it was there too. "Oh My God, Mason!" Was my response, and yes I was truly calling on God at the time. Thank God for Bleach Spray and showers! I explained to Mason, that he still needs help wiping his butt, and he understood. The next day, when he went to the potty. I got a call, "Mom....... I'm finished."
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AuthorI am a wife, mother of seven and a lawyer. The life I live is a crazy one, but I love it and wouldn't trade it for the world. I hope what I share can be an inspiration to others, but I will settle for it just giving someone a good laugh! Archives
April 2013
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