Great Sundays Lead to Poopy Mondays

We had a great Sunday yesterday. We got to meet Chase - Mimi and Papa's horse and run amuck in the dirt. We came home and got cleaned up and then had dinner with Mimi and Uncle Nathaniel and watched Monk. It was a great Sunday!

Then comes Poopy Monday. My son decided that he needed to poop, so he went and sat on a book in the living room to do the job. Then he came crying to me, mid-job (so-to-speak), to let me know what was going on. He did end up finishing in the potty, but not before my poor hands were subjected to the misery. I understand if no one ever shakes my hand again! Luckily he was wearing his swim trunks, so I just cut the lining out of them and tossed them in the wash. Unfortunately that's a much messier job than it sounds. With all that being said, we are recovering nicely, and I anticipate a much less poopier afternoon!

Papa riding Chase.

My "sagger" playing in the dirt.

All cleaned up and playing together!