tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post3402707503802633308..comments2008-11-19T14:05:23.121-08:00anymommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17870033179328734404anymommyoutthere@gmail.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-14495099961291794022008-11-19T14:05:00.000-08:002008-11-19T14:05:00.000-08:00Brilliant!! I'm only laughing because I'm living it.<BR/><BR/>Last night, I replaced the regularly scheduled Daniel Craig fantasy with a potty trained fantasy.<BR/><BR/>Two butts, no wiping. I cannot even imagine the joy. What will I do with all my free time?<BR/><BR/>EmEudea-Mamiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00084508582913500810noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-4924842536912154992008-11-19T10:49:00.000-08:002008-11-19T10:49:00.000-08:00Fantastic! Love your descriptive tale...funny how as mothers we find ourselves seeing/smelling/eating things we wouldn't have gone near with a ten foot pole prior to mommyhood:)andreahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16081240770654599827noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-62827094626495569272008-11-19T10:04:00.000-08:002008-11-19T10:04:00.000-08:00Hilarious!!! OMG! I'm just still trying to imagine the bravery of taking 3 children of those ages to a pool by yourself! And turd wrangling with bare hands. Oh my. You deserve an award for that!Kmommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06331299132081697023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-4173358061287764172008-11-18T19:34:00.000-08:002008-11-18T19:34:00.000-08:00You just trumped my vomit-from-pool removal.Jennifer Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16239563357592230711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-4395381649492516322008-11-18T13:00:00.000-08:002008-11-18T13:00:00.000-08:00Oh, Fisher of the Turds you are my hero! I'm not so sure I wouldn't have left it! I hate potty training. For all I care he can wear diapers until he's ten. Really. No, not really, but I'm in no hurry. Some days Lucas decides he's going to wear underwear and use the toilet. (He does this all himself). He sits on the toilet backwards, leaning forward and things naturally aim down. He came up with this one one his own (I don't think he was hip on my helping him aim). He would be potty trained if I wouldn't put diapers on him. I hate poop and poop accidents I cannot stomach!Gaylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08121205250839003802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-69593849760355663482008-11-18T05:53:00.000-08:002008-11-18T05:53:00.000-08:00Oh, the things we find ourselves doing as Moms!!<BR/><BR/>And wait: you DON'T aspire to be the drinker of pee pee? Why ever NOT?Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09606831315390042198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-63465762013291330122008-11-18T01:37:00.000-08:002008-11-18T01:37:00.000-08:00Thank you, thank you!!! I really needed a good laugh today.Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08547139368035228763noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-57734563258401744192008-11-17T23:48:00.000-08:002008-11-17T23:48:00.000-08:00of course I was also thinking caddyshack. <BR/><BR/>that one comes out for his prom, right?lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15455301696832647867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-87195923819593551582008-11-17T20:04:00.000-08:002008-11-17T20:04:00.000-08:00Oh my! This was too funny--I am impressed you came up with a plan to get it out of the pool so quickly!!! I hope the poop training goes a little better from now on....or at least you go to the pool prepared with something to get it out besides your hands!!!!! For my son, all of a sudden it just clicked and no more accidents. Hopefully that will be the case soon!Smalltowngirlhttp://www.bettyconfidential.com/am/smalltowngirl.htmlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-45644470117779086362008-11-17T19:25:00.000-08:002008-11-17T19:25:00.000-08:00Oh my goodness! I haven't laughed so hard in a long time. My husband is probably wondering what is wrong with me. =PJessica Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448653568825634030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-22623438146082542022008-11-17T19:18:00.000-08:002008-11-17T19:18:00.000-08:00You are too much!! Love it!Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01786437981693413906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-11485763080799651052008-11-17T18:48:00.000-08:002008-11-17T18:48:00.000-08:00You may not post again without pictures of kids. Is that clear? I miss those little buggers! Am so impressed - I just bought underwear again today for H and now just have to find something he really, really loves to deny him until he pees in the potty.<BR/>miss you@phulmayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12905920467303683131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-80918976494882837592008-11-17T17:26:00.000-08:002008-11-17T17:26:00.000-08:00To the Fisher of turd:<BR/>You may be a wisher<BR/>To end the absurd.<BR/>"May my hands one day be clean<BR/>Of the poo yet unseen.<BR/>These bystanders sitting poolside, unsuspecting<BR/>Not noticing the floater - the log not detecting!"<BR/>Alas, the brown chaos will end,<BR/>The emotional scars you will mend.<BR/>One day soon you will see <BR/>Not one discussion with short people of poop or even pee!<BR/>In the meantime...buy some stock in Purell!<BR/>xoxoFor Myselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130573896278623660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-25400342502897786522008-11-17T15:41:00.000-08:002008-11-17T15:41:00.000-08:00I have a daughter so no spraying pee in my training stories but a friend of mine did use a wine cork in the toilet to help with aiming. It won't flush down the toilet because it's so buoyant and her little boy made a game of trying to hit it with his pee pee. She said that she cleaned a lot less once the cork was in the pot. As for the poops, you have my undying worshipTMCPhotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00507659700870917548noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-58538043162757682112008-11-17T15:22:00.000-08:002008-11-17T15:22:00.000-08:00OMGosh! That's hilarious! And terrible. But hilarious! I couldn't stop laughing. And feeling your pain. While laughing.<BR/><BR/>Yes, potty training fun. We've been doing it with Jacob, who is four months older than Que. Yeah. <BR/><BR/>Last night before lying down to susu (or nurse, literally "breast" in Chamorro), I asked Jacob if he needed to pee in the toilet. He whined and said, "no pee pee ina bathroom, pee pee ina diaper". The kid just wanted to susu - don't waste time in the bathroom, mom.<BR/><BR/>Then around 5:30 this morning he woke up to go "pee pee ina toilet". I was tired. I said, "pee pee or susu?" He replied, "susu ina bathroom".Deecehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09713963056658425886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-43193191048819810322008-11-17T15:04:00.000-08:002008-11-17T15:04:00.000-08:00I am laughing my ass off over here...mostly because it wasn't me. Clorine, it kills all that stuff. And while it's gross to think about, if it was still in log form, you're probably safe. At least this is what I told myself when my kids dropped a load in my uncles pool. <BR/><BR/>Also, do you have a life vest for the baby? Or for all of them? Might make it a more enjoyable pool experience for all of you. <BR/><BR/>Our deal right now is the, did you actually wipe conversation, which unfortunately for my ferret smelling pre-schooler is a mostly no answer.Issas Crazy Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11309906249557761472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-73251676039376241742008-11-17T14:32:00.000-08:002008-11-17T14:32:00.000-08:00OMG...I can't stop laughing. We're through the potty training battles. But...now, all I hear is, "I'm done, can you wipe me?" I do it...and I need to STOP. I can just see my twins walking out of the school bathroom next year with their pants down to their ankles begging someone to wipe their arses. LOLMagshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16943944132576611470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-49391883531827624652008-11-17T14:10:00.000-08:002008-11-17T14:10:00.000-08:00That was so funny, but poor you! I haven't faced potty training yet, so I can't even fathom how frustrating it is.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06534639424668879187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-19578620463781660602008-11-17T14:01:00.000-08:002008-11-17T14:01:00.000-08:00This made my Monday so much better! Is that awful to be laughing my head off at your expense. Your rocked, momma! I am sending this to my sister right now. We went through the floating poop stage w/ our kids a few years back.Anna Seehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14921348961654008115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-53151516344904787272008-11-17T11:59:00.000-08:002008-11-17T11:59:00.000-08:00Thank you for my laugh. Hafa Adai (?) to you. And I hope that you gain a new, more flattering, moniker soon!livinginagirlsworldhttp://livinginagirlsworld.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-54938073398568335922008-11-17T11:11:00.000-08:002008-11-17T11:11:00.000-08:00AnyMommyTaki-- you have me on the floor!!! If I wasn't laughing so hard, I'd be kneeling in hero worship. You scooped bare-handed. You win. All awards go to you!!!imbeingheldhostagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00771374087307254969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-38819151038497964382008-11-17T10:21:00.000-08:002008-11-17T10:21:00.000-08:00Just count your blessings that it was *formed* and *scoopable*. I had a much different experience.Lyndsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11191079605746896379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-75739836583258616912008-11-17T09:38:00.000-08:002008-11-17T09:38:00.000-08:00Oh my gosh. That was hilarious for me to read, but maybe not so much for you to live through.Kirsten / Mama Ginger Treehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17259169109945001406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-52252977095483430172008-11-17T09:11:00.000-08:002008-11-17T09:11:00.000-08:00Ha! Hilarious! Good to see that you're trying new things on your island adventure (and picking up loads of titles). No potty training here yet. The incentives are frozen over!heytheredearhearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05882095651280387809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-58262040958159800912008-11-17T09:04:00.000-08:002008-11-17T09:04:00.000-08:00You are truly a gifted writer. Oh my goodness, I laughed and laughed. Don't hate me though, it was empathetic laughter. Take care.Mom24http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061152728345287775noreply@blogger.com