"Come look."
(There have been plenty of things happening that are blog-worthy. But, the most recent happenings cannot be ignored.)
"I'll show you, Mommy. It's dog poop." Makena declared as she grabbed my hand and started to pull. We have a lot of pretend games these days. Ask Grandma about "Night Time, Day Day", for example. This must be a game since Makena has a new bed, a loft bed.. that's 4 feet off the ground and only accessible by ladder or a slippery slide. Merlin can do a lot of things, but if there isn't a loaf of bread on top of Makena's bed, he's certainly not going to climb it
I felt relief as I ascended the stairs knowing I would not find dog poop. That relief quickly dissipated as I grew closer to the bedroom door. The stench gagged me as I crossed the threshold and looked atop the bed. There sat Kessler, "Poopies, Mommy, poopies." The proof of the poopies was all over his hands and feet, pillow and sheets and his bare ass.
Now mind you, this boy potty trained himself on his second birthday. His first word was a sentence, "I want some." Today, I decided to take an alternate route to school. The second I made the turn off of the beaten path, he asked, "Mommy, where are we going?" He's 2 years, 1 month old and he knows when we've deviated from the normal route? Do you think he knows that shitting in Makena's bed was wrong? Yet, he still did it. We are so screwed.
I'm outnumbered; both the dog and Kessler are smarter than me.
Two years down, 16 to go.
