Chicka Bow-Bow

You know there is a SuperNanny on television. I've watched her in action on several occasions, then quit, for fear that Dawson would get all sorts of unruly behavior ideas from having it displayed in front of him. We have enough unruly behavior to deal with on our own ever since he hit the THREE year old mark. (Who came up with the "terrible two's scenario anyway?! It's terrible three's). All of that to say (do any of you ever think, "why doesn't she just say it to begin with? Why the long prelude?") I think there should be a version of SuperPottyTrainer. And sign me up for services please. Come to my house. Adjust my toilet any old way you need to. You can see my predicament just by glancing at the picture to the left. This happened a month or so ago while Jason was gone tending to his club JV event. I was in the kitchen organizing supplies to wrap Jason's birthday presents. I had it all together and walked into the living room to find this lovely little surprise Dawson had waiting for me. At first I thought what is that?! Then I saw Dawson's guilty look and I gasped and ran to get the camera first of course. Can't miss a shot of the big pile of poop in our living room you know. Here. Here's a closer look.

Then I ran Dawson to the bathroom. Why was I in such a hurry? Clearly the bad deed was already done. But oh how I wish that were true. I stand him in the bathroom and ask him to wait because I needed to get a change of clothes for him. I ran like mad to his bedroom, grabbed clothes and ran back. In that 30 seconds of time he had taken of his pants and his underwear. The poop that was left in his undies flopped to the floor and yes, I stepped in it. It also was all over his legs.

But he was very cooperative with me once he saw my panic mommy mode kick in. He did take a bath.

*sigh*

SuperPottyTrainer, where are you??

+Changing Subject+

This afternoon I went to visit Dawson over my lunch break. All the little pods were sitting at the lunch table getting served. (I don't know why I called his classmates "pods". It came involuntarily out of brain through my fingers to the keypad, but the word appeals to me now).

I walked over and gave Dawson a big hug and kiss and he was telling me all about his lunch. We chatted about the class going swimming and then I told him good-bye so that he could eat. As I was walking away he yelled after me:

Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!

I turned around and said

What honey?

He said

I Wove You.

I tell you, I was SLAYED.

So I ran back over to him and gave him another hug and got up and then his teacher Miss Kayleigh said "okay, it's time to pray" and all the little pods started shouting out this memorized prayer for their food!

I watched Dawson and all he had memorized was the "Amen" at the end. But he's not even 100%potty trained yet, so I'll take the slack.

And before I forget. The reason for the subject line.. Dawson just recently breaks out in song, singing "Chicka Bow-Bow" over and over. Not sure where he came up with that.

*Another change of subject*

Jason was up all night long last night with a shooting pain from his tooth.

He was able to get in to see the dentist today and left with a root canal.

I told him over and over again that he has to get some type of medicine to help with the pain, if they couldn't get him scheduled for the root canal because I didn't want him to be up all night tonight in pain again.

I got online and was doing a bit of research for him when I came across this:

PERFECT.