I feel I can say with some certainty that my near future contains no diapers at all. Hunter has pooped three out of the last four days on the POTTY. If there is not a dance that exists in the world that celebrates solely the act of a toddler finally catching on to the toilet concept, someone should invent one.
In other news, Hunter, who hates for me to wear my hair in a ponytail or bun, told me yesterday: "Mama, take your hair down. The sun doesn't shine on you when you wear it like that."
As Jerry says: "That kid's got a real inventive way with words." I hope I've got a future writer on my hands ...
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