Poop

I love my babies. Can I just say this. I have been so unbelievably overwhelmed these last four months since Ethan was born, and I must be honest, I haven't been the world's greatest mother. But, my sweet, rambunctious, hilarious, wonderful children have been so patient with me. No matter how grumpy I am, they just keep being sweet, keep loving me. I definitely don't deserve them, but I love them. So, I have to share what my little cowboy Carter did this morning. Craig and I were asleep in bed (it was about 5am, Carter's an extremely early riser, unfortunately for me) and Carter comes in, Craig told him it was still night time and to go back to bed, so he leaves for, oh, 5 minutes. When he comes back in he's buck naked, yep that's right, no diaper even, and he's holding a new diaper saying, "I poopy, new diaper, mommy!" The smell radiating from his bum, confirmed what he had so eloquently told me, uh oh, what's he gotten it on. But here's the clincher, it got on nothing! Another miraculous escape from Carter's wild poop antics! I love this kid! P.S. Does anyone have any good tips on how to potty train a little boy...I'm at a loss.