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Yes, I know, you guys just love hearing about my adventures in poop. That's really what it is: an adventure.

This potty training business is going pretty well, even though I have yet to start a timer or make him sit on his potty yet. He just tells me when he feels like it, I help him get his diaper off, and then he either goes, passes air, or just sits and plays with the toilet paper.

Either one is fine with me; I am just glad he is not scared of it and wants to sit on the potty from time to time. To be quite honest, I am in no hurry to potty train him-because for one he is not going to be 2 until the 4th, and once we start that I will have to face my biggest germ fear: public toilets with a child. And the need to stay near one whenever we go out until we have the potty training down...sigh.

And to further introduce you to the fun of potty training, let me just warn you that when your kid says "Poot!" you have to act quickly. Especially if your child is like mine and saves his poops for once every 3 days. Then there is A LOT of poop and the poor little Pampers just can't hold that much. No diaper could.

So, I went to a playgroup here in Mobile for the first time, and what did Little Dude come tell me? "Poot!" And what did I do? Not react quickly enough. We had poop all over his pants, down his leg ON HIS SHOES and since I didn't notice right away, as soon as I went to help take off his diaper I got it ON MY HANDS. Talk about gross.

So, we ended up leaving playgroup to go jump in a long bath and wash/throw out some very poop saturated clothes.I protected the car seat with a towel I had in the van-mental note that those car seat protector things will be on my shopping list this week. Thank God the playgroup only met 5 min from my house, any longer and I would've DIED from the smell in the car.

Ahh, the fun of parenting.