A bird in the hand beats two in the bush...

a poop in the hand beats all hell. Twice in one week we had poop incidents. The first time it happened, Cayden, who is potty training screams "Mommy, I have to go potty right now." I was standing at the kitchen sink with Emmie in one arm and making her bottle with the free hand. I tell Cayden to head to the potty and I will meet him there. About that time, I notice him run by with no pants and no diaper on. He had decided to remove his clothing himself before reaching the bathroom. That's the thing about the "first time for everything" - you never know when the first time is coming. I put Emmie in her highchair with her bottle and turned to head for the bathroom with Cayden. About that time, Avery strolls into the kitchen with one hand fully extended, as far away from his body as possible... saying "EWWW, EWWW!" I realize that he is carrying what is most likely Cayden's poop in his right hand. Scrubbing follows, Avery's hands, his arms, anything he might have touched along the way. Cayden finished the job and dropped the second log into the potty. They both were thrilled to say "bye, bye poopy" as the toilet flushed.

The next pooping incident occured later in the week. Typically when Ave poops he will come and find you holding his diaper saying "EWW, EWW!" Apparently he had done a poop and I had not yet discovered it. Ave also has itchy skin and is always scratching at himself, reaching his hands into his diaper to scratch. I am always telling him to keep his hands out of his pants b/c one day he will find poop. This was the one day. Perhaps, it is my fault for the poop prediction. He walks up to me with a fist full of crumbly poop, all underneath his finger nails... saying Eww, Eww! Yuck, I kind of threw up in my mouth and we headed to the tub to clean him up. Free Bath for Avery today.

Poop stories are not for the faint of heart, but neither is anything about toddlers, so I apologize if anyone is totally grossed out.