Tuesday, March 15, 2011


Payton, Lincoln, and I were out in the courtyard having a picnic and enjoying the nice weather.  Then I hear the words, "Mommy, I have to go potty!" 

Payton is to the point that she can go into the bathroom and get started on her own she just needs help "finishing up".  So I told her to go in and get started and I would be in in a minute. 

As I walked into the bathroom my eyes immedeately went to a suspicious pile on the floor, then splatters on the front of the toilet, and lastly splatters on the shower curtain. 

Where do I even start?  Yuck!

1 comment:

Sara said...

potty training stinks! Blegh ;)