Remember that time I talked about poop? This time, it's not mine.

Trust me. I'm quite aware of the fact that yesterday's RTT sucked. Quite possibly the least entertaining one I've done so far.

So what. Everyone has a down day, right?

I could entertain you with another story about how bad I hate this rent house & how I can't wait until the closing is done on Friday & we can start moving into our new house.

Or I could tell you the story about how when The Doctor got home last night, his car decided to go ape-shit crazy & continue to run even after he turned the car off & took the keys out of the ignition.

Instead, I'll tell you what is The Bear's best potty story to date.

I do believe I mentioned just how well potty training is going 'round here. She's recognizing on her own when she has to pee, going without any prompting from me, & letting me know when she's had an "assdent."

Last Friday she was running around "snakey" like usual. She'd used the potty a few times already that morning & was quite proud of herself.

Well, Nature called for Momma, too. I was in the bathroom & heard the music on the potty chair go off, followed by Bear's deafening "YEA!!!" she lets out every time she pees. She came running into the bathroom to let me know "I PEE! I PEEEEEEE!". She ran back out & I could hear her telling Roo "I pee bruddah, I pee."

It got quiet for a few seconds, which as anyone with toddlers know, when you are not in the room, that's usually not a good sign.

The next thing I hear is Bear's sweet little voice asking "Momma? Comb hair?"

Who can guess where this one is going?

I immediately say "Bear! You come here! Right now!"

She runs into the bathroom & I see that the top of her head is wet. Dripping wet.

"Bear? Why is your hair wet?" "Comb hair Momma?" "Bear! You come here right now!"

And then I proceeded to do what any good mom would do. I took a big 'ol whiff of the top of her head.

"BEAR! Is that...is that PEE PEE in your hair???"

"Momma. Comb hair. NOW."

I grabbed her hands, which were quite dry.

"BEAR! Bear, did you? Did you...Bear, did you stick your head in the potty???" (It should be noted, by this time I am laughing so hard I can barely get the words out.)

"MOMMA. COMB. HAIR. NOW."

After I got her bathed, I called The Doctor at work & said "I'll give you three guesses as to why I just bathed your daughter at 10:00 in the morning."

In other potty training notes...

She woke up from her nap completely dry & told me she needed to potty. Way to go, Bear! So we took her diaper off & she used the potty. Good, good...we're getting the hang of this.

Soon after, I smell poop. "Bear, do you need to poop?" "No, momma." "Bear, are you tooting?" "No toot, momma." "Bear, are you suuuuure you don't need to poop? Something stinks." "NO Momma."

Not being able to stand the smell, I pull her little butt cheeks apart & see the tell-tale streaks. Way to go, Bear! You poo-pooed in the potty!

And then I did what any good mom would do. I took a picture of it & sent it to The Doctor at work.

Yeah. She's gonna totally love me when she's a teenager.