Ok, I am trying to stay calm. I think The Babe has totally regressed on the potty situation. Well, not totally, but enough for me to grow concerned. How many accidents can we possibly have in three days? Better yet, how many accidents can we have till mommy gets a clue and uses the pull ups? I don’t have a good answer to either.

The Babe: I gotsta go poopee!( waddling down the hall)

Mommy( hoping against all odds that she means still has to go): Ok, come on, you can use mommy’s potty.

The Babe: No mommee, I go poopee in my pants, I’ze a big girl baby.( smiling so cutely)

Mommy( come on damnit’, why, and I don’t even have wipes): Big girls poop on the potty. Why did you go in your pants?

The Babe: I no goes poopee on potty, I goes poopee in my pants. Love you mommee!( holding hands out for a hug)

So this is the third poopy accident in three days. The Babe has also had about four or five ding dang tinkle breaks courtesy of my hardwood floors over the last few days as well. Could she be sick? Sure. Could she be asserting herself? Well, she is my daughter! Could I be over reacting? Hell yes, she is just two and a half, but I really thought we had this licked. It has been a couple of months!

Is it too early for a drink?

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