Poop!

Sweet Auntie Emi stopped over today. Abby looooooooves her. Wouldn't stop talking to her. At her. With her. Talking, talking, talking.



And here's the poop clean up on aisle 7 that occurred while Emi was here -- one pair of pants (mine), one onesie (ford's), one burp cloth and one shirt (mine). All. covered. in. poop. That glorious yellow super slimy poop. Yes. It was everywhere. Oxyclean to the rescue.


And, here is the "poop" station (for Abby) as we try to potty train. Books in order to hang out and take our time...and extra undies!



Here are my reasons for potty training (other than the fact that Abby tells me almost every time she goes numero uno or dos):

1. i want to.
2. i want to.
3. i want to.
4. i'm tired of buying diapers.
5. i'm tired of changing poopy diapers.
6. i want to.

Hows that? I want to. Not sure if Abby does...And the key to any successful potty training is "waiting till the child is ready"... so i'm not holding out tons of hope. Bob the Tomato fruit snacks hold lots of bargaining power, however. That, and lots of prayer.

353. a fairly uneventful night of sleep
354. a car with crazy great a/c
355. a whole slew of people looking for tiny undies
356. a party full of people cheering when abby came out of the potty