lucky

Today we caught Rivers morning poop in the potty just after breakfast. Yeah! I know she's way young, but trust me, if I can figure out when she will probably be filling her pants, I'd much rather catch it in the potty and clean that out then wrestle with her and wipe it off her bum. The girls and I were very excited (Rivers just because Cumorah and I were) and we did a lot of clapping.

While I was in the bathroom cleaning out the potty, Cumorah came in and looked quite sad. I asked her what was wrong and she put her hand to her mouth and looked ill. I asked her if she felt sick and she nodded her head, "I have spit." I asked her if she needed to throw up and she nodded. So I opened the toilet and said, "It's OK sweetie, if you need to throw up then just throw up in the toilet here." So she threw up, quite a bit, right in the toilet. No mess, no fuss, no crying. We just flushed it away and brushed her teeth. I call that lucky.

Then she got to lay on the couch with a bowl (just in case) and watch the car movie. The WHOLE THING. Cumorah calls that a miracle.
(Of course, her attention span didn't last the whole way through it and we were eating lunch during the end of it, but she was really happy anyway.)



We've been having a lot of bodily-function-type posts lately. You know, there's just a lot of bodily-function-type stuff to deal with as the mother of young children. As an update to Cumorah's potty situation, the accidents didn't last long. Grandmommy and Uncle Johnny and Auntie Lora came to visit and Cumorah must have decided it was no longer convenient to have accidents. She also was getting a jelly bean almost every time she went potty in the potty. (I never did that before so I figured, why not give her that now?) Rivers now knows what jelly beans are too, and where they are kept.