another snowy day in Ontario

This was Madison's very first time out in the tobboggan...and she loved every minute of it!!

yes...he can open the fridge

As you can see from the clip, Mason has figured out how to open the fridge and take out whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. He managed to get this yogurt [that hadn't been opened yet] out of the fridge, open it, and make that disaster of a mess all in the time it took me to change two diapers upstairs and come back down. Man was he proud of himself!

Mason can open the fridge

"Pardon me, do you have any grey POOPon?

Potty training..... YEESH.

I am potty training two boys right now, one is my son and the other is one of my daycare kids...this has got to be one of the messiest tasks there is!!! Daycare boy...lets call him Billy, Billy seems to miss the toilet EVERYTIME. His parents are insisting he learns to pee standing up, yes ok, very manly..but come on, he's 3.5- does he really need to stand yet? He walks away from the toilet before he's even done going, and goes " pee come out there! look!!" ...yes Billy...pee DOES come out of there, and it SHOULD be in the toilet, not on my floor, the wall, the base of the sink, and your feet. My son on the other hand, isn't so keen on the idea yet, so we're trying it slowly. Some days he seems ready, and initiates on his own and other days he wants nothing to do with it and just cries. Last week he was doing so well, and I put him down for his nap in a diaper, he calls down to me [he didn't know how to open knobs at this point...that's now a distant memory] going

- mummy!!! EWWWWW!!!! MAAAAAAAM! yuck! mummy....MUMMYYYYY

So I muster up my courage and prepare for the worst....and the worst I got. I walk up the stairs and as I approach the top, it smells like a sewage dump...I still haven't opened the door at this point, I just close my eyes and curse under my breath unsure of what I'm about to find. I open the door, and there he is standing at the door, naked from the waist down holding his hands high above his head going

- ewwwwwwww. Mummy....yuck! ewwwwww.

He decided to listen to me this day and take everything I said, litterally. He REMOVED his diaper , so he wasn't going pee pee or poo poo in it...and instead went on the floor, and decided to do a little artwork on the white carpet...hand prints everywhere...poopy handprints. YUCK.

it gets better folks... I scrubbed everything out of the carpet , EVERYTHING, I was amazed- he was bathed and all was good in the world again. I couldn't help but notice though, I still smelled poop in his room.... must be lingering , I thought. A day goes by...still smell it...another day....I STILL smell it, so here I am sniffing around like a narcotics K9 in my 2.5yr olds room- found nothing [I'd make a lousy drug sniffer] next day, I find our dog [go figure] hiding in the corner under the window, going at something like mad, as if he had hit the jackpot of dog treats. He did...he found a slipper with poop hiding inside!!!! I got rid of it FAST, that night I'm in there with little Mason reading a story, he spots the matching slipper, looks at me points and goes


- ewwwww...yuck mummy!!! ick!

So I ask...
- what's so yucky? did you hide poop in your slipper?

all dewy eyed and cute

-yep

I have to ask...

- why did you do that honey?

huge smile on his face, nose in the air but proud

-yuck...yep mummy...yucky... you [he means 'me']

So this is how I understood that:

- I listened to you mummy, I didn't poop in my diaper I pooped on the floor, I knew that was bad so I tried hiding the evidence in my slipper and hoped you wouldn't find it... I love you mummy.

oooooh potty training...can't wait until the next mishap!!!