We recently dedicated our sweet Gwyn which basically means we prayed over her life with close family and friends (pictured here Aaron and Emily-friends so dear they seem like family) and committed to raising her in the knowledge of Christ and pouring His love and ours into her. She is the most precious, soft little soul and she has completed our little family. We love her, but life with a 21 month old is always a crazy mix of pure joy and pure...hmm read on.
Gwyn is potty training, and doing well as a preface. She usually only has about one pee accident a day and never poos in her pants anymore. She is even dry at Disneyland or on drives to LA. I am impressed. But, she has a milk intolerance that makes her gassy and constipated. We are usually so careful, but this week a bit of cheese slipped through and she ate it. The next day she was upset at her bowels and trying to poop. We let her roam with no pants to allow easy access while we were cooking dinner after a long day. She was kinda whining and we were kinda not paying much attention. Not a good thing cause next thing I know she is calling Poop! from her room. I go in and she is squatting in front of her dollhouse dropping the biggest log ever. I look at her red face and see defeat. She is mad at herself, so I don't make a big deal, grap a wippee and lysol, pick it up and we take it to the potty, talk about how it should go in there and NOT on the ground and flush it bye-bye. I go back to dinner prep without dressing her. I figure the danger is gone and a little naked time is always fun. She comes in the kitchen and "cooks" at her play kitchen. THEN, after a few minutes I hear the Poop! call and look over to see her STANDING in her own poo. She didn't just drop one...she stepped in it! Ahh! Adam and I were SOO excited to have choosen parenthood at that moment. Aggie held the dog back (Peyton the dog is famous for eating the poo-good times), while I held Gwyn in mid-air. He went and got the wipees. We wiped her down. Sprayed HER feet with lysol. Picked up the poo. Wiped up the smashed poo. Lysoled the ground and mopped with antibacterial soap. THEN, back to dinner prep. Good times, hey? Adam and I joke that maybe we should have waited even longer (we waited 5 years) to have kids. It surely is an adventure. Especially the poop part.
