Over the last couple weeks Baby Brother has decided to toilet train himself. He refused a diaper and insisted we put him on the big toilet and not that dumb little potty chair (thank God I only paid $7 for it), he wanted big boy underoos and will only wear a diaper at night. All on his terms, the pig headed turd...hahaha.
The reason I feel this is important is to tell you this tidbit of poop humor...
I was doing laundry on my back patio (I hate that my laundry is out there) and my naked toddler, fresh from the bath and not wanting to dress quite yet, is trying to open the sliding glass door. I didn't want him outside in his nude state so I didn't open the door for him, which led to him to try and push the door harder. Well I guess he pushed a little to hard because a pile of poop fell out of him. The expression on his face was priceless! This astonished look of disgust. I ran him upstairs sat him on the pot grabbed my little green carpet shampooer, one of my best investments, and cleaned up what the towel left behind.
Toilet training is crazy I tell ya! CRAZY!