I never thought I'd ever say that.
So, I just put Avrie down for a nap and as I'm shutting her door I hear the bathroom faucet turn on. I go in and find Nolan washing off his golf club. I asked him what was on it and he said "poop". He had pooped in his undies in the kitchen and some of it had fallen out on the rug...which he smooshed up with his golf club and then "golfed" his way to the bathroom with poop smears all along the way.
Oh the joys of Motherhood. The rug is in the dumpster. I'm not even attempting to clean a rug I bought used anyway.
The TERRIBLE THREE'S have begun! I want the Tremendous Two's back! He's gone from a sweet little boy to a wicked little devil. Well, he's still sweet 90% of time but watch out for that 10%!!