We seem to be having a series of crazy mornings around here lately, many of which seem to revolve around some sort of poop incident.
Just this morning, I was making the bed when I heard Olivia scream and start to cry from inside our bathroom. I stuck my head in the door, and saw that the poodle (always the naughty one of our two dogs) had pooped on the floor and poor Olivia stepped in it. She was crying, "mama! mama! tee-tee! tee-tee!" and pointing to her foot. Obviously, we haven't quite distinguised between tee-tee, poo-poo, and toots. She says toots and has tee-teed, and sometimes she says poo-poo and it was only a toot. Anyway, the fact that she tells us almost every time makes me think it might be time to potty train, but that's another entry.
I picked up Olivia and saw that the dog poop was squished between all her toes. EEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW! She was yelling and squirming and she wiped the poop from her foot all over my shirt.
The stupid poodle caused me a lot of work. I had to scrub Olivia's feet with anti-bacterial soap, then wash out the sink, wash my shirt, then do another load with the bathroom rug, and then I had to sanitize the bathroom floor.
James better not ask me what I did today (I swear he "checks up" on me) cuz he's going to get a mouthfull today. :-)
Posted by Hannah at September 4, 2007 01:31 PMLila also tells me every time she poops, and she likes to sit on her potty, but she doesn't seem too interested in potty training. She really doesn't tell me when she's peed in her diaper though. I figure we'll get to it when we get to it.
That's a pretty disgusting day. I don't envy you having to take care of all of that.
Posted by: Chas at September 4, 2007 03:48 PM