Apparently I got a little overexcited about the new potty because this morning when I noticed Lila making her pooping face (if you're a mother, you know what I'm talking about), I decided to take her diaper off and to set her on the potty to finish. Why not, right? Then maybe she'll know what it's for (that's what I was thinking at the time). Well, she was NOT happy about me trying to sit her down while she was doing her business. Needless to say, having a baby flail around without a diaper while they're in the middle of pooping is NOT a good situation and the mess that was left was not very much fun either: Some poop in her diaper, some on the floor, some on the rug, some on the real toilet seat, and yes, some on the bottom of my foot and my jeans. As I said to Lila: Yucky! Oh the things we moms suffer through. That's what I get for trying to get a 14 month old to poop on the potty! Don't ask me what I was thinking.
When I called Byron to tell him about our first potty adventure (or should I say nightmare?), he asked if I took pictures. Are you kidding me? Yes, I left poop all over the baby, me, and the bathroom, grabbed the camera, got Lila to pose and started snapping away precious memories. Ha!
P.S.--I haven't been blogging because (a) I'm lazy, (b) Lila needs entertaining every waking hour, and (c) we can't fit any more pictures on our computer (we need to buy an external hard drive and haven't gotten around to it yet) and posts without pics just don't seem quite the same, and (d) it's overwhelming to start again when you get so far behind!




I hope no one finds this image offensive. I seem to remember my dad calling it pornographic, but can it really count when the baby's not out of the womb yet? It's just so funny how when it's a boy, there's really no doubt about it! Do they really need the arrow there? He wasn't spread eagle the whole time. The ultrasound tech actually had to work at it for a while to get him to uncross his legs.













