tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17139373407626762842024-03-13T04:32:33.814-07:00Tales of Step-Mommin'The Step-Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02763809090335160165noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713937340762676284.post-35777813838304217792010-07-11T22:05:00.000-07:002010-07-11T20:17:57.314-07:00The Poopie Chronicles - Part 1<span style="font-family:verdana;">Oh, where to start, where to start? I have so many stories to share...I guess I'll start with Part 1 of 'The Poopie Chronicles'. The boy, let's call him Scooby Doo, was potty training, he was probably about two and a half. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">He and I are home by ourselves on a Saturday morning. It's early, I haven't showered, so I set Scoob up with a movie and an assortment of blocks and crayons and I hurry off to take a quick shower.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Apparently, I wasn't quick enough.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">As soon as I'm done, wrapped in a towel, I open my bedroom door and what do I find?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Scooby dancing in the kitchen. In just a t-shirt. Sans diaper.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'm all, "Hey man, where's your pants??"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">He's all, "It's yucky!"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ok, <span style="font-style: italic;">yucky</span>? I take a deep breath and ask him to show me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I follow him to the hallway. I find two sizable turds on the FLOOR.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">OH NO HE DIDN'T!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Yes, yes he really did. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">But that was only the start. Then he showed he his 'art'.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I walked in to the kids' bathroom and what do I see?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">He 'painted' the toilet lid, the cabinets, the sink and the floor....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">With poop. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Yes, poop.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Crap, really? <span style="font-style: italic;">Really, Scoob?</span> This was fun for you? You've got to be shitting me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I was so pissed off. I didn't know what to do. I needed to think of something that would discourage Scooby from doing this again, obviously.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">After a good talking to, I decided he could clean it up, because I sure didn't want to. And we'd follow that by some time out.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I sprayed the 409 and handed him a paper towel. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">He looked at me like I was crazy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I took his little hand in mine and showed him how to clean up his mess, but eventually I ended up cleaning up the rest while he sat in a corner. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Apparently I didn't get through, because coming up next will be Part 2 of The Poopie Chronicles.</span>The Step-Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02763809090335160165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713937340762676284.post-49866832854867196782010-07-08T11:52:00.000-07:002010-07-08T12:03:47.701-07:00Hello<span style="font-family:verdana;">Hellooo blogosphere! I've been a step-mom to two crazy but lovable little kids for the past 2.5 years and it's been quite the ride already. On this blog I'll be telling the tales of my adventures I've had so far and will undoubtedly be having in the future. Step-mommin' is challenging at times, yes, but above all I feel blessed to be a part of these kids' lives.</span>The Step-Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02763809090335160165noreply@blogger.com0