Monday, March 05, 2007

Houston, we have poop.

As a new father, I have come face to face several times with reasons to harrow. And nearly all of them have included feces. Who can forget the infamous tub poo of 2005? Well, I was kidding myself if I ever thought those events would even hold a candle to the era known as potty training. Without going into abhorrent detail, let's just say an event occurred two weeks ago that resulted in the permanent discarding of two pairs of shoes, the futile borrowing of a neighbor's steam cleaner, the renting of a high-powered Rug Doctor and ultimately, upon admitting defeat, the rearranging of furniture.

However, we survived. And not only that, we triumphed. I am pleased to announce the official potty training of my little angel. Way to go kid! You go poopoo in the potty!

6 Comments:

Blogger more caffeine, please said...

Yay Berlin, poop away! CJ was so excited when I told him. He wanted to know "who wipes her bum?"

2:25 PM

 
Blogger : STEVE : said...

Eh, well...let's just say not her. YET!

2:40 PM

 
Blogger wendysue said...

Conga everyone. . ."Poo poo in the pot-ty! Poo poo in the pot-ty! Poo poo in the pot-ty!"

7:47 AM

 
Blogger Benzo said...

From the not so successful potty training dept.

We took Madison, then 2 years old, to Koko's kitchen (nice Japanese place in town). At the time she loved edamame, shrimp.. mostly mine, and rice. So we ate on the outside patio on their lawn furniture that was sort of a metal grate. We're enjoying our lunch and I've noticed Madison has spilled her curry on the ground...

THAT'S NOT CURRY!

Being the resourcefull parent the outside garden hose, a t-shirt from the back of the car, and a little nudie show put us back on the lunch patio with a freshly washed bum, lawn chair, and patio tiles.

10:30 AM

 
Blogger ~j. said...

Suh-weet. Hooray for Big Girl Panties!!

9:17 PM

 
Blogger +spencer+ said...

and pee pee on our carpet. :)

i know, i know, we're even.

1:01 PM

 

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