Last night, Nick pooped on the potty for the second time, with only slightly less trauma than the first time. But this morning, when I arrived at preschool to pick him up, I was greeted with the plastic bag of shame - he had pooped in his pants! Oh, what fun I had washing out his undies and jeans. Sigh.
In other news, I went to a muscle-toning class this morning and had a nice time chatting with my friend Leigh Ann. And now, it's so incredibly, scarily, freakishly windy outside that I fear meeting the same fate as Dorothy!
American Idol tonight.
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
2 years ago
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Sorry about nick and the poop. I am in the same boat as you except that we haven't even had as much success as you guys and Danny is almost a year older. I fear him making it to kindergarten and still pooping in his pants. Sigh. Oh well.
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