My two most favorite men.
Ryan and his dad on father's day
My number one guy, sweetness.
So, this is the little tent that I bought Sofie to play in at Target a couple of weeks ago. She really likes it and goes from the baby pool to the tent back and forth when we are out in the pool. I usually have her in the pool in her birthday suit, and cause I am trying to introduce her into the workings of her GI and urinary systems, I have read that the best way to do this is to let them run around naked as much as possible. So, I figure outside is a pretty safe place to do this. She has been pretty good at telling me she is going pee pee while she is in the midst of doing so. Now the poo poo part is a little more tricky, don't really want that stuff hanging , or shall I say, dropping anywhere. So, when she says, "mommy pee pee" I just kind of let her go and try to make it to the potty chair. But, she often says "mommy poo poo" and so we run to the potty with the baby books in tow, and sit there and sit there and sit there. To no avail there has never been a poo poo in the actual potty. Usually I get the diaper on her and 10 minutes later we have a little surprise. At least it is not on the floor. Right? Well recently she has become more secretive about the number 2 business. The other night my neighbor was over, and we were in the kitchen talking and Stacey says, "I think some thing came out of Sofie's butt". I look and I thought it was a leaf, cause it was really bright green (blueberries the day before I soon found out), sure enough, Sofie hid behind the kitchen table and in her new, stealth-like self, did her bid-
nuss.
Squatted right there and let it all hang out. I quickly got her cleaned up and the floor cleaned up (thank God for hard wood and
clorox clean-up). So, just this past weekend was Father's day, Ryan's parents were here. We were out in the backyard, Sofie in the pool, naked (you would think I would learn my lesson). We all eventually come into the house, Ryan picks up Miss Prissy Pants, takes her to her room to put a diaper on to avoid any more
pooey messes. Notices some fecal matter on her bum.
Hmmmmmm he says " think Sofie pooped somewhere", and I am like, "I haven't taken my eyes off her, impossible, maybe she had a messy toot" (conversations in our home have seriously deteriorated over the past year). So Ryan put the diaper on we didn't give it another thought. Until......He looks down at his arm like an hour later and sees poop, where he was carrying Sofie. So then the hunt begins, as I am scouring the house to look for the culprit, I am thinking how can this be, I didn't take my eyes off her for a moment?
Please let me find it before she does or heaven forbid, the dog does. Then I had an Oprah light bulb moment, an epiphany, the tent. Sure enough while Sofie was travelling back and forth from the pool to the tent, she left a special surprise waiting there without a word. That's my girl, the secret
pooper.
My two most favorite men.
Ryan and his dad on father's day
My number one guy, sweetness.
So, this is the little tent that I bought Sofie to play in at Target a couple of weeks ago. She really likes it and goes from the baby pool to the tent back and forth when we are out in the pool. I usually have her in the pool in her birthday suit, and cause I am trying to introduce her into the workings of her GI and urinary systems, I have read that the best way to do this is to let them run around naked as much as possible. So, I figure outside is a pretty safe place to do this. She has been pretty good at telling me she is going pee pee while she is in the midst of doing so. Now the poo poo part is a little more tricky, don't really want that stuff hanging , or shall I say, dropping anywhere. So, when she says, "mommy pee pee" I just kind of let her go and try to make it to the potty chair. But, she often says "mommy poo poo" and so we run to the potty with the baby books in tow, and sit there and sit there and sit there. To no avail there has never been a poo poo in the actual potty. Usually I get the diaper on her and 10 minutes later we have a little surprise. At least it is not on the floor. Right? Well recently she has become more secretive about the number 2 business. The other night my neighbor was over, and we were in the kitchen talking and Stacey says, "I think some thing came out of Sofie's butt". I look and I thought it was a leaf, cause it was really bright green (blueberries the day before I soon found out), sure enough, Sofie hid behind the kitchen table and in her new, stealth-like self, did her bid-nuss. Squatted right there and let it all hang out. I quickly got her cleaned up and the floor cleaned up (thank God for hard wood and clorox clean-up). So, just this past weekend was Father's day, Ryan's parents were here. We were out in the backyard, Sofie in the pool, naked (you would think I would learn my lesson). We all eventually come into the house, Ryan picks up Miss Prissy Pants, takes her to her room to put a diaper on to avoid any more pooey messes. Notices some fecal matter on her bum. Hmmmmmm he says " think Sofie pooped somewhere", and I am like, "I haven't taken my eyes off her, impossible, maybe she had a messy toot" (conversations in our home have seriously deteriorated over the past year). So Ryan put the diaper on we didn't give it another thought. Until......He looks down at his arm like an hour later and sees poop, where he was carrying Sofie. So then the hunt begins, as I am scouring the house to look for the culprit, I am thinking how can this be, I didn't take my eyes off her for a moment? Please let me find it before she does or heaven forbid, the dog does. Then I had an Oprah light bulb moment, an epiphany, the tent. Sure enough while Sofie was travelling back and forth from the pool to the tent, she left a special surprise waiting there without a word. That's my girl, the secret pooper.
