Aw Phooey

That's it. I have decided I hate potty training. You would think being pregnant would coincide with getting your little guy to go on the toilet since you spend half of the 9 months in the bathroom anyway. But this is not the case. While I was obliviously blogging away Anders was standing on the chair behind me, watching the computer. All of the sudden I hear, "Uh-oh. Mom I need to poop." And there it was. On the computer chair and floor of the office. He had just taken off his underwear. Lucky me. I did what anyone would do. After a huge, "Ewww. Nasty!" I ran Anders to the toilet where he finished up and demanded that we clap for him. Which I did because, hey, at least some of it was in the toilet. Oh bother.