I wish this was a post to shout 'thank heavens' that Will pooped in the potty, but it's not. Instead, it's about me cleaning up poop for the third time in as many weeks. I'll spare you the details, but I had to clean up Will poop in his playroom today. It wasn't fun. I gagged. Almost puked. Where are the reality t.v. show cameras when you need them??? Surely someone could've gotten a laugh off of my misery.
Things got more interesting though, and it's a testament to just how smart Will is. It's been nice today in Dallas - very cool thanks to the remnants of hurricane Gustav. I opened up the windows in the playroom to air out the poop smell. Ryan, Bryn and I were sitting on the couch trying to regroup from the poop (that rhymed - sweet). My mommy instincts kicked in - it was way too quiet. I sent Ryan to check on Will and I hear "oh my gosh." Will had pushed the screen off the window and was sitting in our front yard on the grass stimming. Nice. I'm sure my neighbors got a kick out of that one if anyone saw him.
Seriously, is this day over yet?