parenting | | Brainerd, Minnesota

Potty-training already?

It happened yesterday morning.

I knew it would at some point but I wasn't prepared for it.

To be completely blunt, my 20-month-old daughter, Isabella, told me she pooped before we left our house to go to daycare.

Yes, folks. You heard correctly. My "baby" told me she dirtied her diaper.

I couldn't believe my ears. I was sure it was a fluke. So I asked her. She repeated herself. Twice.

We headed into her bedroom to change her diaper and sure enough, she had done exactly what she said she did.

Oh, well, why not?

Whew, what a day.  I am writing this 75% done with baking about 20 dozen cookies.  That's right, 20 dozen.  I've got chocolate chip with peanut butter, english toffee, cranberry white chocolate and sugar (and I must say... they are all delicious!)  Of course, they aren't for me... the kids, mine included, will be decorating them this weekend for Sunday School.  Of course, when I say "decorate" I mean "eat."