let's all go back to that warm, fuzzy moment leif and i shared last week when he pooped in the potty all by himself; we hugged, we kissed, we cried tears of joy and we were full of hope that this potty-training business was going to be a breeze. we saw the light at the end of the dark, smelly tunnel that is potty training and we were jubilant. hooray! we made it!
now, let's fast forward to one week later, where i am kneeling on all fours cleaning a poop land mine left behind in the bathroom by my adorable toddler, who was screaming;
i am scared to poop in the potty! i am scared . . .
while mr. level-headed, the love of my life, is cleaning poop off the sole's of his beloved, beautiful bride's feet.
insert wide-eyed emoji here
seriously. this is my life at the moment. both cushions have been removed from the couch because they need to be burned . . . er, cleaned and every pair of toddler underwear and pants we own are in the washing machine, along with socks and sneakers.
i guess you could say that potty-training is not going so well. yeah, not so well. i have decided tonight after cleaning up yet another poop bombshell off the living room floor that we are going back to diapers tomorrow, and he can toilet train himself when he is sixteen. i figure once he becomes interested in girls then it should be a breeze for him. this mama is done!
and since i am already airing out my dirty laundry (in more ways than one), let's share another warm, fuzzy story; yesterday, as my darling family was driving home from church, enlightened and uplifted after feasting upon the spiritual stories shared by those striving to live like jesus and feeling a burning desire in our own hearts to carry on, to not give up and to do all we can to be more like our beloved savior, jesus christ, the boys started fighting.
you're an idiot.
at least i'm an idiot with friends.
and so on and so on.
and then, since mr. level-headed and i were actively trying to ignore their foolishness and desperately trying to maintain some level of sabbath day reverence, leif took matters into this own hands;
SHUT UP, boys! SHUT UP!
mr. level-headed and i looked at each other in disbelief. he started laughing and i wanted to cry.
leif! you don't talk like that!
but mom . . .
no . . . you ask the boys to be quiet.
but they are being loud.
i know they are being loud, but you do not talk like that.
but mom . . .
leif, you ask them to be quiet.
but mom . . .
i just really need them to shut up.
oh. my. land.
and there you have it folks: my life.
he may not like using the potty, but he is definitely very comfortable with being a potty mouth.
i would love to end this post by saying: "at least he's smart", but since he is explaining to me how this boy cow makes milk for all the other animals at the farm in this picture, i guess i will just close with my usual;
thank heavens, he is cute.
. . . tee hee!