Remember how I said that potty training has been going relatively well except the BMs? Of course you remember. You hang on my every word, right?
Well, Aitch just spent the past two hours cuddled next to me with either tears in her eyes or squeezed out to trail down her cheeks crying in pain. Sunday afternoon was her last BM when normally she has one every day like clockwork. Sparring Partner left just a few minutes ago to take her to an urgent care.
Keep her in your thoughts.
Poor lil’ pooper. Or UN-pooper, as the case may be.
Update: I just told my son it was time to go to bed:
“Wha…?! Aitch gets to stay up!”
“Next time, you can go to the doctor and get something shoved up your backside to help you poop and THEN you can stay up late, OK?”