Potty Trained?

Out of no where this week, I had a growth spurt. Mom took me to the mall on Saturday morning to look for some clothes. I was getting cranky so mom was trying to hurry along and quickly find some winter clothes for me even though the malls have shorts and bathing suits out at this time. Finally, she found some winter clothes for me on sale.

At the same time, I found something as well.....Warning, this might gross you out! I found out that I pooped in my pants and put my hand in my diaper to see what it was. I had it all over my hands, stroller, clothes etc. Soon I discovered mom must have caught a smell and noticed too, because in seconds she threw down the clothes and was holding my hands with one hand and pushing the stroller with the other hand while running across the mall through the food court to the family restroom.

She got me cleaned up and washed down the stroller too. Then mom realized that she never put another extra outfit in the backpack. My clothes were completely pooped all over on. She put her jacket over me and raced back to the store to get those clothes for me to immediately wear. As she is running us back to the store, the jacket gets caught on the wheel and falls off. People are looking at us very strange as to why there is an almost naked baby on the coldest day of the year. Mom quickly put the jacket back on me to keep me warm and from embarrassment. Before we made it to the store, the jacket fell off again and more people looked at us like we were crazy again. Finally we made it to the store and she dressed me.

What a story mom was able to tell dad when we got home, he laughed but little did he know that he too would have a fun experience with me on Sunday.

On Sunday when I went down for my nap, mom went to the grocery store. Dad had come in to check on me because I was fighting my nap like usual. When he walked in he smelled that I needed changing. It wasn't until he got closer that not only did I need changing, but so did many other things.... See I knew I had pooped, so I again wanted to see what it was. I put my hands in my diaper and made a big mess. I had poop all over me, my sheets, my comforter, my clothes, my stuffed animals, my pillows, my dresser, my snow globes, my stereo, my bed rail, and my carpet. It was a huge mess! Lucky for him, mom walked in the middle of the cleaning up and she was able to help clean.

During dinner tonight at Pappadeaux, I reached in the back of my diaper. Mom and dad saw this and quickly fear came over them. They checked, but all was clear. Ha ha, made them look!

Mom and dad think this is a sign that I am ready to be potty trained. What do you think?