look at that big, big cloud. It’s SO BIG!  Charley, Charley, Charley….LOOK!” hollers Sam from his seat as we’re backing in the driveway, heading in from bible study.  His arms pointing, his face alight with the thrill of discovery, unbridled enthusiasm in his voice.  My sweet baby is so grown up… *sad face…*
He potty trained himself in the last few days.  I didn’t use a timer, I didn’t have a party, I didn’t do a single thing except bribe him a bit with M-n-M’s and convince him that since he was wearing Scooby undies, he shouldn’t poop on Scooby…
That conversation went a little like this…
Me: “So, Sammy.  Look!  Your underwear has Scooby on it!  I have a question…Would Scooby poop on you?”
Sam: “NO!”
Me: “Well then, you certainly shouldn’t poop on Scooby then!  It would be really rude.”
Sam:  shaking his head yes and looking very serious…
Me:  “Where do you put your poo poo?”
Sam: “In the toilet!!!” (pronounced emphatically…TOY-let!  love this kid…)
Me:  “Will you poop on Scooby?”
Sam:  “NO!”
Me:  “If you go the whole day without pooping on Scooby, I’ll buy you a light saber!  And I’ll buy Max one too so you can battle each other!”
Sam: “Mommy, I have my light saber now?”
Me: “Only if you don’t poop on Scooby!”

End result?  One whole day of no pooping/peeing on Scooby which resulted in $40 spent on light sabers…
Today?  Scooby got pooped on.
I am laughing my butt off right now, since I was happily shopping alone at the commissary while my sweet, unsuspecting husband was trapped in the PX food court bathroom with our 2 sons, one who had pooped on Scooby and the other one who just has to poop in public.  (Flashback to yesterday when I was trapped in the Rack Room Shoes bathroom while both my boys AND MERCY had to poop.)

I am seriously not making this up.  I could not possibly make this up.

I really do love my life.  Especially now that it doesn’t involve diapers…
Maybe it’s time for #6 & 7?
I’m leaving the little years kicking and screaming, so if anyone would like to send me #6 & 7, please feel free to drop them off with a change of clothes and lots of little angel kisses.

I think I am officially insane.

Happy August! Enjoy the last moments of summer, they’ll be gone in a flash!  Just like my little years.
*sad face*

love,
tiff