Warning: much of this post is about bathroom habits. If you don’t like to read about toddler bathroom habits, feel free to move along.
So we are required by law, as parents, to have at least one potty shot to show future beaus and gentlemen callers when they come a’courting. To wit (somewhat censored):
So it’s potty time. Cara’s been really interested in the potty for a while. She uses it on a regular basis, knows when she needs to go, and frequently wakes up with a dry diaper. Since Sean and I will be home with her through the new year, we figured this was a good time to actually buckle down and actually work on potty stuff. I got her some pull-ups, put up a little sticker chart for when she goes, and figured we’d just see how things went. So far, they’re going gang busters. She’s only had one accident in the past 2 days, she had a dry diaper when she woke up this morning, and she’s done all her necessary business in the potty. This picture was taken after she had peed and she jumped up and said “book! book! POOP! Book!” Then she ran, bare-assed naked, through the house and got her hippo book. She ran back to the potty, gently opened the book to the page with the covered wagon on it, sat back down and said “book! POOP!” Then she pooped. Apparently the need for bathroom reading material starts very young.
If you’re wondering about her head – a run in with a teeter-totter is to blame for that gem of an injury. Hey, it happens. Today we went to Torchy’s for lunch. Torchy’s is situated directly next to a fire station. After we ate, we walked out to see the firemen doing work on the truck, lights flashing. We walked over to show Cara and ended up getting a tour of the whole thing. Cara got a badge as an honorary inspector detector. Then the very concerned fireman asked about the gash on her forehead. Mom of the year!!.
Finally, some non-potty stuff.
Those expressive brush strokes. The bold use of color. It’s deep, man. Deep. It’s about that struggle that lives in all of us. Good v. evil. Civil v. wild. It’s about man’s inhumanity to man. It’s about all that is beautiful and all that is ugly in a single stroke of the brush. It’s everything and nothing all at the same time. Brilliant. Simply brilliant.
