Present for Mom


Today I cleaned up poop. No, not just changing a diaper. Poop. On my hard wood floor.... in two separate places (this is where I give three cheers for not having carpet!). We do not have pets, just two precious girls. Little one came and so pleasantly told me with her pants around her ankles, “I POOT IN MAHWEE’S FLO-UH!”. She was truly proud of herself. She had progressed from her diaper to leaving a present for Dora at her playhouse door step. My brain couldn’t get over the fact that she had only a few more steps into the bathroom to use her little potty. In fact, she had moments earlier thrown the whole role of toilet paper in the “Big Potty”. After all the commotion I hear her in the bedroom saying, "DO DA-DATAS DO! IT'S A BOOTIFUL DAY!".
Translation: Go Gators Go!
I'm pretty sure Brent put her up to this.
SO...
Today I carried poop.
And for that very reason alone, I am going to bed at the very early hour of 11pm.
(and yes. for the record, I DID take a pic of it to remind my husband that even though he has crazy days helping students through hardships and occasional drama... I LITERALLY carried poop. ;)