#2 and I Don't Mean Abe

The other morning, it was crudely brought to my attention that you really should only do unto others as you would like done unto you. Case in point: I was sitting backwards on the toilet {lid down} putting on my makeup while the boys played in and out of the bathroom. Now I have to admit, my pants were riding a little low but that's what you get when you're using your legs as a human shield to two curious little bodies who think every tube of makeup is "tack" {a.k.a chapstick, their absolute favorite thing at the moment, I might add}. Anyway, Ben, who must have been very concerned for his ol' mom's well being, promptly pulled out the back of my pants, took a looooooong look down my backside and proceeded to ask me, "Poo-poo, Mama?"

Niiiiiiiice.

Also in the world of #2, we have a tub pooper. Fittingly, it is our #2 child, Abe. He's done it {you guessed it!} 2 times. Aghhhhh!!! 1 question though, HOW DO YOU STOP THIS?!?!

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On a cleaner note, some of our most recent favorite toddler talk.

Bean-ca=blanket {B&A}
Pot-sass=princess {Ben}
Me-anne=man {Ben}
Back-cack=Backpack from Dora {Ben}
Kia=Their friend Keely {B&A}
B=Ben {Abe all on his own!}
Puppy-ia=dog {Ben}
Geen=green {Ben}