Today was a Pooh day. And I don't mean Winnie.
There were 2 pooh incidents - one not so good, the other simply wonderful. Ah yes, become a parent and you can suddenly have the words 'pooh' and 'wonderful' in the same sentence.
My girlfriend was detained today from picking us up, when her son had a pooh outside and then smeared it all over himself. This would be the 'not so good' incident. Alright, the bloody awful incident.
But earlier this evening, Ashiah asked for the potty and went pee. She then asked again and went pooh. It is the second time this happens in a month and it is quite exhilarating. Never would I have ever thought that I would ever share my daughter's bowel movements with the world at large, but voila, I am at once thrilled and sad that my daughter is beginning to take this new leap.
Counting, ABC's, Potty, what's next? Keys to the car? It's really quite disconcerting how fast this is all going. Sigh.
