Liam is ready to potty train. He stays dry most days as long as we take him to the potty every couple of hours. I can't complain there. This weekend, his school has asked us to work on the pooping part. Okay, I can do that.
This afternoon, I am letting him run around in just a pull-up before we graduate to underwear in the morning. What could go wrong with that, right? With Liam, really anything is possible. I'm not sure how I should feel about what I just saw.
Should I be more concerned that I just found him happily peeing in the dog's water bowl or the fact that the dumb dog drank it before I could get it all cleaned up? Do you call poison control for a dog who just drank pee? Beats me. She doesn't seem phased by it, though. I will say it's very clear that Liam has remarkably good aim. Now if we could just get it out of the kitchen and into the toilet, we'll be doing well.
This is the wacky story of our wild and crazy lives with six insane kids. Two are Deaf. Two have had major health issues. At least one is plotting to take over the world. Two are the reigning princesses of the house. Read and laugh about our lives to feel better about your's.
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Hey sister Robertson! I need your address for a wedding invitation if you would :) email me at mcnamara88@gmail.com
-Elder McNamara
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