Poop talk again

Spinning around and around in an office chair with a 2 year old is quite amusing. Watching her walk around like she's a drunk after spinning is even better. Though karma got me back by making me nauseous.

Here is some excellent news- Meila is potty trained and the puppy is kinda too. There were a few nasty accidents - like when she (Meila) pooped on the floor and then decided to paint her self with it but the kid finally decided to be bribed by jelly beans. She also knows how to work it to her advantage. She pees a teaspoon at a time knowing that she can get more candy that way. I've got a stubborn little genius on my hands.

I went to the pool today with a friend that brought along her newborn niece. I got a little freaked out thinking that in a few more months I am going to be responsible for another one of those. Meila seemed confused whether it was a doll or not and wanted to hold it. I had this picture in my mind of her dragging along the baby like she does our puppy. Oh goodness- What have I done? Next year I will either have to be institutionalized or in jail for child endangerment.

On a side note- props to Anne Taintor from whom I have borrowed the retro sarcastic illustrations which seem so appropriate for my life

a post where i write about toddler poo/ can it get more exciting than this?

It's a battle of wills between Meila and I. She will hold in her poop until the moment I put a diaper on her and then she will let it all out. So for the last few days I have decided to for go diapers all together and just deal with the messes. No diapers at bedtime, naptime, car rides, or outings. Yesterday was the second time she pooped in her swimsuit. The first time we were actually at the pool and some mother had to point out to me that she thought my little one had an accident. Ewwh. I quickly left the pool with turds a floating. No! I am just kidding. She was thank goodness not in the pool when it happened. I am determined to get this child out of diapers before I have a new one in them. In the meantime lots of laundry to be done.

My fantasy

Oh my Gawd! It's so freakin hot!!!

It is hard to think when one is so hot. Let me rephrase. It is hard to think of anything except being hot when one is so hot. Or maybe this works better: it is hard to think about anything except being uncomfortable and hot when one is so hot. Like my bras are now way too tight. Like why does it taste like I am sucking on pennies?

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