Hooray poop.

 Until I became a parent, I never thought I’d be so excited about potty time.  Every time that I go potty, there’s Miss R telling me that I get a potty sticker and a “special” m & m. And of course, as soon as I get my m & m, she wants one too.  Which then means a trip to the potty with our pants hanging down and our diaper torn off and strewn about the bathroom (whether or not it has something in it-more on this in a minute) and the happiest face when she actually does make potty IN the toilet.

*And to any non-parents, I’m terribly sorry about what I have to say next.

But this morning takes the cake.  She ran into the bathroom while Mommy and Daddy were in there (it’s a VERY tight squeeze with all 3 of us) and declares, “I going POTTY!” and rips off her diaper before I have a chance to catch her and “plop” out falls the contents of her diaper to the floor.   Daddy and I just stared a moment.  He said something like, “eww, is that really…?”  And I said something like, “yup,” while I grabbed a baby wipe and starting cleaning up the mess.

Before I was a Mommy, I don’t think I could have done that.  After 16 years of cleaning up horse manure, goat droppings, kitty litter, doggie doodoo, and rabbit pellets, I really would have said, “eewww, gross.”  But now, it’s just another day.

Hooray poop.  Have an m & m.

resolved!

This past January, I made the same resolution everyone else in North America makes, eat less, get skinny, run a lot. Only I added this totally wacky part about having to finish a 5k race.
The good news is I have accomplished my goal and I may now rest. And a long and rewarding rest it will be. This morning I finished my very first (and maybe last) 5k, and I wasn’t LAST! That’s the best part.

Daddy and Baby were there to cheer me on at the start and there for my last ditch effort of making it to the finish line. I didn’t win any awards, but I’m so gosh darn proud of myself for having finished and not passing out somewhere around the 1 mile mark.

Daddy and Baby brought me some fabulous good luck snap dragons before the race. Aren’t they sweet? Then, after the race, Daddy let Mommy take a well deserved nap on the couch while Baby did her afternoon nap thing. My legs still hurt though. I don’t think that kind of pain will easily be forgotten.

So now, I just have to work on those first two resolutions…