engulfed in seasonal merriment

I typed that phrase in an email to a friend earlier, and it was sort of a joke, but the more I thought about it, it's really not a joke.


ah. . .

However, that's not really what this blog will be about. . . I am having poop issues. Not my own poop issues, mind you, but the baby's poop.
The problem is that he can't really poop if he has a diaper on. No lie. He tries and tries and nothing happens and then he cries. . . It's awful. So, to solve this problem, I've gotten into the habit of letting him run around with no diaper and then when he seems to want to . . .ya know. . . i run upstairs with him to the bathroom. The sad and sort of embarassing reality is that he most times doesn't make it.

Good thing I've got hardwood floors.

So, I'm faced with a bit of a problem. . . he's only a year and a half and his doctor recommends not trying to potty train for another year. So while I definitely plop him on the potty when it's feasible, it's not something I can really start implementing as the norm for him.

If you had told me two and a half years ago that my blog would be about baby poop I would have laughed in your face.
and so it goes. . .