Wednesday, November 16, 2011


so my form of intimacy may be TMI. Proceed with caution.

I'm having an issue with the large kid.  He won't potty train. Doesn't have a care in the world if his diaper is full to the brim and hanging to his ankles.  He just rocks it and keeps playing.  I don't really push it. I'm not one for milestones, or what they are "supposed to be doing"... I don't really care as long as they are clean, full, warm and happy.  I figure he won't throw his graduation cap in the air while wearing pull ups.  This is my hope. who knows. I'm sure its happened before.

The latest though, is that he is pulling out his poop and placing it in strange places.

you heard me.

I have yet to witness this, but my husband and cousin have on occasion, and I have to say, I am disgusted and humored all at the same time. Gives a whole new meaning to the term "toilet humor", doesn't it? So, here are the wonderful places that the poop has been placed.

the garbage disposal. yup- you read that correctly. we have cleaned.
the playroom floors and wall.
the walls at my cousins house

and the most mysterious location is somewhere in the vicinity of the couch.  I say this only because we haven't found it quite yet.  We just know it smells.

Kinda reminds me of when his belly button fell off and we couldn't find it.  Still haven't. Maybe its with the poop.