Not On My Kitchen Floor!!

Potty training has been pretty darn cool.

(Huh?)

It only took a couple of days of taking him to the potty at regular intervals. After that, he'd just come and tell me when he needed to go.

The first weekend, we went to the zoo. Then to the carnival. This last weekend we went on a road trip and spent the whole day at Knott's Berry Farm.

No accidents. :)

Well, not with #1, at least.

This knucklenut doesn't seem to have a problem taking a dump in his pants. Aarggggh....

And what is it with kiddies wanting to run nekkid thru the house all the time? Forget running, he's happy as pie kickin' it watching TV with no bottoms on.

"Bandit." I have to remind him. "Quit playing with your pitot."

Thank God I'm not at the stage with him yet where I have to say, "You need to go to your room if you want to do that."

lol. Yikes!

And every other time I turn around, he's decided not to put his pants back on after going potty.

He can take them off just fine. Go potty on the toilet just fine. Flush, then wash his hands just fine. He doesn't even tell me every time he wants to go potty. He just goes.

Guess he'd rather just get some air down there... Which normally wouldn't be a problem with me - but you remember what I told you about #2?

He came running to me, beaming. "Mommy! Mommy! I poo, I poo!"

I just wish he came running to me from the bathroom. He was in the kitchen.

And this Cheeky Bandit likes to shit where he stands.


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