In case you need a laugh this morning, here is the post for you...
As you know, Jeff and I recently bought a new home, and while the house doesn't need "work" by any means, we are changing a few things to make it our own. One of those is the master bath vanity - we need two sinks. As a result, we went to an appointment at the bathroom store this weekend to make choices about vanities, lights, etc. The visit was going well, or as well as to be expected with both Lily and Carter helping make bathroom choices. Lily was exploring, but not hurting anything or making too much noise, and Carter was happily chewing on Sophie the giraffe. As we went back and forth between the counter where we were writing down our choices and the multitude of showroom bathrooms, we were pleasantly surprised with how things were going. Until...(keep in mind this is Saturday, so this place is filled with other customers and employees) we hear "Mom, Dad, you guys! Someone come wipe my butt!" Um...excuse me? Jeff and I basically dropped everything and ran to the little showroom bathroom where the voice was coming from only to find Lily, sitting on the potty, happy as a clam. Yep. You got it. She pooped in the middle of the showroom in a non-functioning potty. I mean, we lost it. We stepped out of the little bathroom and laughed until I started to cry. We told Lily that she should not go potty in these toilets, but really how could we be mad? She didn't go in her pants and she took the initiative to go before she had an accident. The man helping us thought it was hilarious (luckily) and said that in all his years they always talked about this happening but Lily was the first. Good work, Lily. Anyway, Jeff carried her to the real potty to finish and I then had to clean up the poopy potty. Good thing I have such a well stocked diaper bag. I am not sure how I will show my face there when we go back next time...
As you know, Jeff and I recently bought a new home, and while the house doesn't need "work" by any means, we are changing a few things to make it our own. One of those is the master bath vanity - we need two sinks. As a result, we went to an appointment at the bathroom store this weekend to make choices about vanities, lights, etc. The visit was going well, or as well as to be expected with both Lily and Carter helping make bathroom choices. Lily was exploring, but not hurting anything or making too much noise, and Carter was happily chewing on Sophie the giraffe. As we went back and forth between the counter where we were writing down our choices and the multitude of showroom bathrooms, we were pleasantly surprised with how things were going. Until...(keep in mind this is Saturday, so this place is filled with other customers and employees) we hear "Mom, Dad, you guys! Someone come wipe my butt!" Um...excuse me? Jeff and I basically dropped everything and ran to the little showroom bathroom where the voice was coming from only to find Lily, sitting on the potty, happy as a clam. Yep. You got it. She pooped in the middle of the showroom in a non-functioning potty. I mean, we lost it. We stepped out of the little bathroom and laughed until I started to cry. We told Lily that she should not go potty in these toilets, but really how could we be mad? She didn't go in her pants and she took the initiative to go before she had an accident. The man helping us thought it was hilarious (luckily) and said that in all his years they always talked about this happening but Lily was the first. Good work, Lily. Anyway, Jeff carried her to the real potty to finish and I then had to clean up the poopy potty. Good thing I have such a well stocked diaper bag. I am not sure how I will show my face there when we go back next time...
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