Poop and Rompers

Ava discovered the joys of ripping her diaper off this weekend. Outside by the kiddie pool it was kind of cute, until I realized she'd crapped in the pool and said crap was hanging off her butt, smeared on the edge of the pool, and floating in the water in a billion pieces. I handled the situation with the calm of an experienced mother, hollering, "Help! I need help over heeeere! Now!"

The next morning, Ava barreled into the kitchen yelling, "Done!" and handed me her diaper. Her diaper loaded with crap. And I, once again, hollered, "Help! I need help in heeeere! Now!"

Too bad Brian had to go back to work today. I'm really going to miss him.

Some people might take this opportunity to potty train, but not me. I'm too worn out from saving her life 87 times a day, thanks. The No. 1 rule on this first day back to solo poop management will be: Keep Diaper on Toddler's Butt. To accomplish this, I got all of Ava's one-piece rompers together last night. This morning, as she rolled around in her crib, I selected one from her closet and went to pick her up.

"Not that clothes," she said, laying back with her hands over her eyes.

"No?"

"No. Not that clothes, Mommy."

"I see."

"No way. No WAY!!"

Oh yeah, two year olds. It's all coming back to me now.