Mm-BAH!

There's something about going on a road trip with small children that just sucks the very life out of you. Especially when you return and do your post-travel grocery run with a new resolve to watch every penny which causes you to spontaneously decide to not purchase the $15+ diapers even though your child is not yet potty trained because going cold turkey with no backup is such a grand way to introduce the process.

Sean-Peter loves to participate in our new chant:

"Where do we go pee!"
"In the potty!"
"Where do we go poop!"
"In the potty!"

Of course, Sean-Peter's version of "In the potty!" is more like an emphatic, "Mm-BAH!"

He is peeing in his potty. He's also peeing in his panties. In short, he pretty much pees all day long, in whatever happens to be there to catch it.

And a couple of days ago he was playing in the living room, where I could hear him happily moving his cars around on the coffee table. After a few minutes I noted a tone of distress in his voice with accents of what sounded a bit like "Maahm!" I went in and found a pile of poop. On the carpet. On the white carpet. (Though poop is admittedly not the first four-letter word that came to mind.) And he was gesturing at it accusatorily, "Mm-BAH!"

Apparently matchbox cars were not the only thing busy moving around. And I think some finer nuances of how poop actually GETS into the potty are being missed.