"Mom, Little Foot pooping! Little Foot should poop on the potty mom." Yes this was the sentence my toddler loudly proclaimed today in the middle of a very long line at the theme park. He loves the land before time movies and all things dinosaur related so it's not a surprise to anyone that knows us when there is some form a dinosaur accompanying us on any outing. We are also attempting to potty train. You need to understand we have been attempting this for almost a year. Isaac is doing pretty well with it and really doesn't mind actually using a toilet these days, in fact he seems to have developed that normal human preference of not sitting in a pee soaked diaper or a pile of his own feces. He still had the occasional accident and is absolutely terrified of public toilets - I can't say I blame him public bathrooms are nightmare fuel for germaphobes like me. Don't laugh, I hate germs that don't belong to me or come from someone I am directly related to (my house might be in a constant state of disarray but you can find a bottle of hand sanitizer in every room sometimes multiple bottles).
Anyway back on track here, yes Little Foot (the stuffed dinosaur) was pretend pooping on my head and Isaac was most definitely troubled by this dark turn of his imagination. I would like to pretend that I was mortified by this loud declaration about the function of ones bowels, hell even being slightly humiliated would probably be normal. For me it was a proud mama moment because my it meant my sweet little boy was one step closer to wiping his own butt. #blessed #joysofmotherhood
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