Hello from Poo Corner

I always thought it was just a little tragic that a child icon was named Pooh.

So potty training is going well, albeit pretty laid back. (Read, I'm not worrying about it and that's why it's going well.) Really, we've made leaps and bounds of progress in the last month and a half, in that in that time Logan's gone from not wanting to have anything to do with the potty to doing his 'bidness' fairily regularly. I'll let him run around with his diaper off in the evenings after dinner and that usually helps him remember to use the potty. (Operative word being usually.) On this particular day, Logan was roaming free and wild in the living room and I was in brushing Dallin's teeth and I hear Logan come trotting in behind me.

"Here, Mama!"

"What do you need Logan?"

"Heeeere!"

At which point he tries to hand me... something.

"Ahh! Ok," (trying not to react in a way that would make him feel punished or guilty when my initial reaction is more horrified. I mean, how often does someone try to hand you their poo? Probably, don't answer that.)

"Ok, Logan - put it in the potty! Poo goes IN the potty! Good job, Buddy. Ok, lets SCRUB SCRUB SCRUB your hands!" (singing Happy Birthday to You while we wash - I read somewhere that that's how long it takes to wash your hands and kill the germs.)

"Mama?"

"Yes, Logan?"

"Where did your poo go?" (Meaning his. Promise.)

"It went in the potty, Logan. Where poo goes."

"No, the n'other poo."

"What other poo?"

"N'other poo's hiding!" (Visions start flashing through my head of some mystery poo lurking somewhere... hiding.)

"Where is the poo hiding, Logan?" (Using 'Calm Mommy' voice.)

"Poo's hiding by the train table!"

So we went in the living room and sure enough, a pile-a-poo was hiding by the train table. As eager as I am to get into a house, I have to say that it's nice to be in an apartment for now. At least it's not MY carpet that is feeling the brunt of small children... and potty training... and reflux.

On that note, we're moving in a month. Not because of the poo incident, but long-story-short, because we've outgrown this place and I found one five minutes away that's bigger and nicer for the same amount of money each month. There's a lot more to it than just that, but suffice to say, it'll be a better situation in general. So, because I didn't have enough going, I'm going to throw a move into the mix, because hey, what's one more thing?

I'm blue (da boo dee da boo dai)

We all know that song and, admit it, you liked it too. Anyway, today when I asked Logan what song he wanted to sing before climbing in bed for the nap he didn't take, he said, "Blue I'm a Child of God." I wasn't sure what he meant, so I went with the classic version. Here's what he was singing:

I am a blue child of God

and he has sent me here!

Has given me a blue earthly blue home

with blue parents kind and dear.

Blue lead me, blue guide me,

blue walk beside blue me,

help blue me find the blue way.

Teach blue me all that blue I must blue do,

to live with him someday.

I just let him sing because I was trying not to laugh and didn't want to ruin it. Kids are so fun.