Poop

It all started as a lovely Wednesday morning. Mommy had gotten sleep and Caitlyn didn't wake up until 6am. But that is when the peace stopped. Mommy had decided to give Caitlyn an extra glass of milk the night before, which, because Caitlyn has a bladder the size of a pea (unfortunately another thing she got from Mommy), caused her to leak through her diaper and all over her sheets. Poor thing was so upset. No problems, quick change of sheets, clean her up and throw on a sundress to start off our day. As the day progressed, about an hour later, Mommy noticed Caitlyn squatting near the ottoman. Knowing full well what she was doing, I acknowledged it, and tried to encourage her that big girls use the potty, and that maybe next time we could do that. Then I went back to reading my newspaper. Not more than 5 seconds later, I heard screaming and crying, so I looked, fully expecting her friend, Evan, the little boy Mommy watches, to be touching either her or her toy. It would have been a welcome sight if I had known what I was about to witness. As if in slow motion, I turned and then I saw it. Poop everywhere. Poop on her foot, her hand, her dress, and of course, on my newly cleaned carpet. Poop, poop, poop. As if an olympic relay race, I quickly snatched paper towels to clean her and at the same time tried to avoid her wanting to cling to me because, gosh, I didn't want poop all over me too, and at the same time, getting Evan to avoid playing or even eating it. It was a sight that would have been hilarious in a tv show, but in real life, it's not quite as funny when it happens. After, yes. We survived, and after many other bad things happening that day (it was a Wednesday to remember), it ended with her peeing on the carpet twice and going to sleep peacefully.

And in case you are wondering why all these accidents were able to happen, that's because Caitlyn has harnessed the ability to take clothes on and off, that of course that includes her diaper. So, no, I'm not running a baby nudist colony or a baby strip club. I'm just guessing it's a sign that potty training time must start. Let's just hope she learns that clothes stay on. :)