Bubs has not pooped or peed on my foot, on the carpet, or any other non-toilet target for at least seven days. (Oh. Except once after his nap, he said, "I hadta poop," and he had pooped in his new, ugly Cars undies. I asked why he didn't tell me he needed to go, and then realized the door was shut and he was on the 2nd floor at my mom's house. I wouldn't have heard him if he did call, and he can't open doors yet, so his logical explanation ("I was takin' a nap") was a good one.) He's been dry at night, and even when I don't (usually) remember to have him go first thing in the morning, he has stayed dry until I do.
We are officially diaper-free! Woot! Woohoo! I cleared off the changing table, took pictures of his diapers for Ebay, and threw the Desitin in the trash. The kid gets it.
At first, he made us crazy, because he'd yell, "Mom! I'm peein'!" or "I'm poopin', Papa!" We'd sprint over to where he was, throw him on the potty, and then...he'd wait a second before he proudly went. I realized this week, that when he says he's peeing, he just means that he needs to. I (now) calmly say, "Go to the potty..." and he does. He steps on his "baby potty" to get on the "big kid" potty, poops, checks it out, flushes, and washes his hands. He'd like to wipe himself, but I don't like the poop-smeared-up-the-butt look, so I'm waiting awhile before I let him conquer that on his own.
He's big.
I'm going to have him teach our older kids how to tie their shoes later this week. And maybe I'll put him on the schedule for making dinner.
Also, S lost lots of teeth lately. Last week, she lost a front tooth. The tooth fairy had to collect two teeth that night. One from B and one from S. The frickin' loser of a tooth fairy forgot, as usual, and then S heard that another girl she knew got FIVE dollars. They're going to realize the tooth fairy sucks pretty quick-like here. Maybe we should tell her the tooth fairy is senile? Or that her wings break pretty often? That she got stuck talking to Santa Claus on her way over? And about the lack of funds...um, maybe people in Baldwin lose more teeth?
S won't show anyone her (lack of) teeth anymore, because she "found out that whenever [she] does show people, they just start laughing at [her]!" And while I tried to convince her that people laugh when they think something is really cute, I can't help thinking she's looking more and more like a Halloween pumpkin every day. A really adorable pumpkin, of course.
That cat that looks like Stripey there? It's not.
That's Lightning. Our Stripey replacement. M cannot get it through his head that he's a different cat. He keeps saying, "That's Light-en-nen? He's Stripey, he's Light-en-nen because Stripey got run over? He's Stripey?" I'm not sure where his logic goes there, exactly, but I think he thinks Stripey got run over, (didn't die, just got run over), so now we renamed Stripey Lightning, for some reason that's beyond his understanding. Or something.
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