I officially had my grossest parenting moment a few weeks ago. One of those so gross you can’t believe this is real life/can’t help but laugh kind of moments.

Scene: watching Rylee’s TBall game, sitting in the grass eating Subway for dinner.

Keep in mind Reese has been potty training. Overall she does pretty well. So much so we’ve been a bit more brave when it comes to taking her out in public in chonies. But for whatever reason this night was not so awesome…

Oh yes, this is one of THOSE stories. I’m mostly noting it here so I can hold it against Reese when she gets older.

So there we are, sitting on the grass eating Subway. I’m just finishing up my sandwich, about to grab some chips when Reese stands up and proclaims, “I POOP!” Not a crazy thing to hear her say, that girls loves the porta-potties {harf!}. So I say to her, “You need to go potty, Reese?” And she responds with “NO I POOP!” and proceeds to motion toward her butt. Where I look and see the silhouette of something definitely poop-like through her leggings.

Oye.

Andy offers to take her to the car to get her changed, but he’s not done eating and I am, so I get up. At first I let her walk toward the car. It’s a pretty far walk and as we go along I see her leggings start to get…saggy.

We need to speed this up.

I pick her up, trying carefully not to put any pressure on her little bum. At some point during the longest walk to the car in the history of mankind she gets a little wiggly so I need to adjust her. I look down at my arm and sure enough my sweater cuff has poop on it.

Yup, the poop has soaked through her underwear. And pants. And onto my sweater.

Keep cool, Kat. Don’t panic. Hurry hurry to the car.

We finally get to the car. Thank goodness we keep extra towels back there! I have the foresight to take off her socks and shoes before we…proceed. I can’t decide if I want her to stand up or lie down.

So I won’t go into too much detail but trust me. It was…gross. So much so that I went through every single baby wipe in the diaper bag and still could have used a few more.

As for her pants and underwear? Yea, I put those bad boys in a plastic bag with the wipes, picking them up like a dog walker picks up dog poop in the park, and that bag went straight into the outside garbage when we got home.

STRAIGHT TO THE TRASH.

It was that gross.

Then she got a bath.

We never did make it back to finish watching the TBall game.

The end.

I hope I never, ever have to go through something like that again. Ever.

Is that a thing? Eh whatever, considering my lack of consistent blogging these days I’ll go ahead and make it a thing.

Reese, you turned 21 months last weekend. You have been changing and growing so much recently that I wanted to take a minute to document it before I forget it.

Food: You still love your groceries. You are super into chips and salsa. Yes…real-deal salsa. Nothing seems to phase you when it comes to food. Sure there are some things you don’t like, but for the most part you will eat whatever is put in front of you. It really helps getting your sister to be less picky too, so thanks for that!

Movement: Oh child, sometimes it seems like you never.stop.moving. You always want to be picked up. You still have a thing for ears. You climb, run and try to follow your sister no matter where she goes.

Potty Training: Believe me, I never imagined I’d be writing anything about your potty training on the interwebs, let alone before you turn two but you are blowing my mind, kid! I’m not saying you are potty trained, but you’re wearing chonies off and on and you’re doing an awesome job using the toilet more than your diaper. I definitely wanted you potty trained before number three makes their debut, but I had no idea you’d show an interest so soon! It’s both great and a challenge but you are pretty much rocking it for your age and I am so proud of you!

Talking: You are talking more and more every day. You can be quite the little parrot, which is often hilarious. You’re saying sentences. No surprise, one of your first sentences was “I HUNGRY!”. 9 out of 10 times during any given meal time out of nowhere you will loudly proclaim “I HAPPY!” One of your favorite conversations to have right now goes like this “Mama. Mama! MAMA!” “Yes Reesie?” “Ummmmm….um. Um. Um.” Then you laugh hysterically. It’s hilarious and annoying all at once.

Dante: Just like your sister did at this age, you love your Dante. You love to greet him when we get home each night. You squat down and get right at his level when he’s lying down and make sure to say “Hi…hi Buddy!” while patting him on his head. When we leave in the morning you are first out the door, making sure to tell him “SIT!” while pointing at the ground then giving him his treat and declaring “good boy.”

Other things you love: {brought to you by the letter B apparently} Bubbles. The Easter Bunny may have brought you that bubble machine just so mama wouldn’t have to blow so many bubbles. Books. You can often be found looking at books. You love to have books read to you. Binkie. You are nowhere near ready to get rid of your binkie…much to my dismay. Baby. You’re all sorts of interested in your sisters baby doll these days. You pretend to feed it. You put it in the basket of your shopping cart, cover it with a blanket and take it for a walk. You rock it. You lay it on the floor and yell “Nigh-nigh baby!” Your daycare teacher just had a baby, so I’m assuming that’s where this interest is coming from.

You continue to amaze me, kiddo. You have an infectious joy and a spunky little attitude. You are fierce. I know I say it all the time, but I hope you never change.

Reesie-bug, last weekend you turned 18 months old. One and a half years you’ve been with our family now. Life is crazy, but that’s status quo these days and you fit right in. In the vein of “life is crazy” your 18 month well-check isn’t for over a month yet. So, instead of that typical update, which I may still do, I thought it’d be fun to do a snap-shot of where you’re at right now.

appreciating pretty much everything. You are so polite…you tell people thank you all the time…especially at meal time when you’re given a bite of something you really love…like a chip. You also say bless you, excuse you and you even say “excuse me” when you burp.

reading the same books over and over again. Right now your two favorites are Eric Carl’s “From Head to Toe” and a book called “I’m a Frog” that’s about a pig that pretends to be a frog and her elephant friend that’s not ok with it.

listening only when you feel like it. You’ve mastered selective hearing and you aren’t even two yet. Bravo? Though there are times you surprise me with choosing to listen…like the other day when I was dropping you off at daycare and we happened to be in the big kid room and you ran over to the lego table and dug right in. I made some comment to you about “You know you’re not supposed to be playing with those” and I figured I’d be ignored. Instead you put the legos back in the tubs and ran over to me with a huge smile on your face.

tasting all of the things. You love almost everything we put in front of you…most recently cous cous. And you even ate some red pepper last night. Some of your favorites are bananas, spaghetti and of course, TACO TUESDAY! When it comes to things you won’t eat, it’s a pretty short list that’s topped off with mac-n-cheese…you crazy kid.

learning at a rate that does not compute with my brain.

noticing EVERYTHING. You are so observant. And you are such a little mimicker. You want to do everything your sister does.

making all sorts of noises. You’ve become a babble-extraordinnaire and I love listening to you and having a “conversation” with you.

watching too much TV. Being a second child is funny that way. When you wake up in the morning you go get the remote and hand it to whomever you think will turn on cartoons for you. You especially love Wild Kratts and Curious George.

organizing a revolution…I’m sure of it. One that starts with waking up every morning at 5:20 a.m., yelling “MAMA!” in the car until I hold your hand and ends with your mother drinking copious amounts of wine or whiskey every night. Just kidding…I don’t drink every night. What your next step in this war is, I’m unsure, but I know all will be revealed soon…you’re just wearing me down.

loving in no particular order: food, Dante, your sister, your binkie, cuddling, brushing your teeth, playing with our ears, ripping toilet paper into tiny pieces and trying to put them in the toilet by sticking them between my legs while I’m peeing and so much more.

embracing anyone who will accept a hug. Despite your fierce nature, you are a cuddle bug and you love “giving loves”. You’re an excellent hug giver and can brighten anyone’s day with just one squeeze.

daring. That’s it. You are so daring. You have no fear, it seems. From climbing to “jumping” there’s nothing you aren’t willing to try. I hope you never lose that spirit.

Little girl, you are fierce. The twinkle in your eye and the crinkle of your nose leaves me constantly wondering what’s going on in that brain of yours.

I know I’ve said it before, but you bring so much joy to our family.

I love you baby girl.

xoxo,
Mama