Poop

Hello!  I bet you thought I went and died and was never going to return.

Well... that's sort of what happened, but instead of dying I've been teaching.

Which is sort of like dying, but more like having to stand in front of a room of confused, resistant, curious, and poo flinging teenagers.

It is very exhausting, and in seven teaching days, it will all be over.  And thank god I will be able to go back to this crazy circus next year and start all over again.  I really love it, despite my sarcastic tone.

Anyway, I'm really here to talk about JG.  Who, by the way, is hilarious and you've all been missing out.  I will try to catch you up, over time, if I have time.

This last week I decided to give JG the option of peeing in the potty (a small training potty).  I figure she's two (TWO!), she's starting to get irritated at her diapers, and I would love to stop buying them.

All I have said to her is that she can pee or poop on the potty if she wants to, she just has to let me know.

She is so entertained to see her pee it the potty and says, "I pee-peed in the potty!"

Today she pulled at her diaper, we put her on the potty...

she farted...

"I pooped!"

And indeed, a solid poop had nestled itself inside her little potty.  So.  Gross.  But awesome.

She grinned, we congratulated her, and we all watched to poop spin its way down the toilet.

Truly amazing.