She knows how to make a first impression

This is Sophie’s school picture for her first year of preschool.  They just came home with her this week and I loooove them!  Look at that sweet little face!

One of the fun things about Sophie being in school this year is all the friends she has made (like this guy, for instance).  Yesterday we had a playdate with her friend Dominick for the first time.  Of course the first playdate for the kids is like a first date for the moms – so I was a little nervous.  But I liked Dominick’s mom, Danielle, right away and we had a nice time.

The weather was gorgeous so we were sitting on the patio while the kids played on the swing set.  I was holding Jonah when Sophie approached the patio – I could kind of see Soph out of the corner of my eye, just kind of standing…

“Sophie, what are you doing?” I called over my shoulder.

“Umm…I think she’s about to pee  in the dog bowl,”  said Danielle.

ABOUT TO PEE IN THE DOG BOWL??

I whipped around to see Sophie with her pants around her ankles, on her way down into a squat above a giant bowl of water for Danielle’s dogs.

I threw the baby at Dom’s mom and grabbed Sophie. “Sophie that is not a potty!  And we do not go potty outside!  We go potty inside!”

“I wanna go potty OUTSIIIIDE!” she screamed as I hauled her bare buns into the house and frantically tried to locate the bathroom.

After she had finished her business, we headed back outside where I reclaimed my baby, but sadly, not my pride.

“I have NO idea where that came from.  I promise you we do NOT use the bathroom outside at our house! ” I tried to assure the woman I had just befriended.  Luckily for me, she laughed it off and did NOT immediately show us the door.

I must admit I was flabbergasted – this really came out of nowhere.  I have NO idea why the Soph thought a giant dog bowl full of water on her friend’s porch would make a proper toilet.

But hey, since I didn’t let her make a literal splash, at least she definitely made a figurative one!

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Up & Out

Since I had baby Jonah, it’s been quite a dance getting both he and Sophie ready in the mornings before I take Sophie to school  Monday-Thursday.  Sophie has to be there at 9:25, and I always try to leave the house by 9:10 even though it only takes 7 or 8 minutes to get there.  See, I have this “thing” about being late.  I HATE it, and it makes my blood pressure skyrocket if I think I am going to be late. SO.  We try to be ready a wee bit early in the mornings “just in case”.  This has resulted in me having to drive around the block a few times when we get to school, but it has pretty much worked out.

This morning, my anal-retentive need to be early REALLY paid off!  Because when I picked Jonah up out of his bouncy seat to put him  in his car seat, he had pooped through his clothes up to his shoulders. (My first thought was, well THIS is what I get for daring to take the time to eat breakfast and put on makeup! FOOL!)

Emergency!! Diaper change AND clothes change at the last minute!  Plus I still had to get Sophie in her coat, hat, mittens, etc. Eep!  Fortunately there was a laundry basket with clean clothes unfolded in the dining room (yes! my slacker housekeeping pays off!) so I didn’t have to run upstairs and dig through his drawers for an outfit.

I stripped him, gave his back, shoulders, and nether-regions a baby wipes bath, and got him changed and dressed.  Then popped him in his car seat and got Sophie ready to go.

We were in the car by 9:14.

Shew! {wipes forehead}.

Oh, crap. (Pun intended.) I just remembered I still have his poop-covered clothes sitting out!  Yikes!  Umm…gotta go!

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That’s Not Peanut Butter

Yesterday Sophie and I were having a great afternoon, which involved me breaking my high score at Wii bowling (208 baby!!) and her sitting at the dining room table watching me bowl while eating a nutritious lunch of grapes and chicken nuggets. What could be better?

I was getting my bowling groove on when all of a sudden Sophie began to fuss. “Need help! Need HELP!” she cried frantically. I turned to look at her and she had her hand extended toward me, covered in peanut butter. Neither of my kids like it when their hands get messy while they’re eating so I am used to having to wipe her hands before she can finish her meal. But as I walked toward her to grab a napkin, I realized: She’s not eating peanut butter. That can’t be peanut butter.

I took hold of her wrist and got a whiff and panicked. THAT’S NOT PEANUT BUTTER!

It was poop.

She had a chicken nugget in one hand, and a bunch of poop in the other.

I immediately did what I could with a napkin, then began jumping around screaming “NO touch! No touch!” while frantically trying to locate the wipes and wrestle the Wii controller that was strapped to me off of my arm. (I am very good in a panic situation. {Sarcasm sign!})

I found the wipes, got her hand cleaned up, washed it in soap and scalding water (just kidding, it was just really warm), managed not to VOMIT, and then went about changing her diaper. I quickly discovered that she’d had a bit of a blowout, and feeling poop on her lower back, had reached back to find out what the heck was going on back there. And found out. Eeeeeww.

I made it almost six years as a mother without having a kid stick his or her hand in their own poo, I guess that is pretty good. But YUCK. It was disgusting.

And it is time for Camp Potty to begin TODAY!

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