My week in one word: POOP

It's hard to escape it as a mother, but last week was just excessive!

1.  Rachel, Andrew and I were on a walk down the street and around the corner.  I was carrying Andrew in our baby bjorn facing forward.  We ran into the missionaries on their bikes.  They stopped to chat - Rachel just loves the missionaries.  Andrew made a big rumble in his pants (and I knew he had been saving it up for me), but I didn't think the Elders heard, so I didn't even make a face.  Then one of the Elder's looked down on the ground and said, "Ummm".  I stepped back and Andrew had quite impressively shot it out both legs and made a very large puddle of newborn, yellow-seedy poop on the sidewalk.  Then it kept dripping, once on my leg and once on my foot.  Awesome.  My favorite was when one of the Elders said, "Can we help you with anything?"  The answer is no.  I'll clean off my child's poop off the sidewalk, but thanks.

2.  Rachel and I picked out lots of toys/activities at the Dollar Store and put them in her "poo-poo prize" basket for if she goes on the big girl potty.  (Note: hoping potty training won't start until after the holidays, but I'm getting ready just in case she is)  This week she went twice (so teeny, it shouldn't have even counted) and got to pick out two poo-poo prizes.  Later in the week we were at the mall and SANTA was there and there wasn't even a line.  So we hurried up to Santa and Rachel told him that she wanted a trampoline for Christmas and then she quickly said to Santa, "And I went poo-poo on the big girl potty!!"

3.  On Sunday at church during third hour, I was invited into Elder's Quorum to see Brandon set apart.  I brought Andrew, of course, and right during Brandon's blessing Andrew let out the most disruptive noises a baby could make!  I made it through two more setting-apart blessings and then realized that this was a serious blow out and snuck out.  It was by far, the worst diaper change I have ever experienced (good thing our mother's lounge had a sink).  And then we had to go back in to hear their testimonies and all I had for Drew was a clean onesie, so we came back in - me sweating bullets and Drew in a different outfit, and with no pants or socks.  Sweet.