As we're deep into swimming season, the diaper has been somewhat optional for William. Sure, we *try* to have a diaper on William most of the time, but when he's coming out of or going into the pool, we lower our guard.
My advise to anyone in this situation is to not lower your guard.
Today, William came running into the kitchen yelling "Heea!.., Heea!.." (here.. here..) to his mommy. Looking at what it was that he wanted to give mommy was somewhat of a surprise. Of course the title gave it away. Anne quickly led him to the potty where he deposited the poop, then she proceeded to wash him up.
Mary Grace and I went to inspect and found a few more Caddyshack candy bars and a bin of train tracks that had been recently moistened. More disinfecting...
This reminds me of my brother, who once decided to pee into a can of Tinker Toys rather than walk across the hallway into the bathroom.
Mary Grace has started using a little grunt as punctuation. For example, she might say "No William, you can't play with my Disney Princesses... Emh!" or, "I don't want macaroni and cheese... Emh!". Anne and I both make eye contact and share a little chuckle each time she does it.
We're getting excited for our month of visitors from Arizona and just counting down the days!
I was grounded and told not to leave my room! The best is when Rick played with them months later...they must have smelled yummy!
ReplyDeleteGood thing for me, the cap was replaced. As soon as I opened it I knew something was seriously wrong with that toy. No anti-Regina-germ devices that day. :)
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