Blop, Poop, Baby

Let me see. I rolled out of bed yesterday to Henry padding around the hallway saying “poop” and pointing to his diaper.”You want to change your diaper?” I asked him, and took his diaper off. I put it in the diaper champ and when I turned back around, there was a big piece of poop on the floor. “Oh, you really had to poop,” I said, stating the obvious. I picked him up, rushed him to the potty, and he finished on the actual toilet. Annabelle had gotten up around 4am vomiting, so overall it was quite a morning for bodily functions. Shockingly, for the past two days, Henry has told me when he has to poop or pee and has gone in the toilet. This is completely amazing for a one year old! He’s potty training himself!! 
“Blop!” Henry said this morning, patting my knee.”What’s he saying Annabelle?” I asked.”He’s saying “blop.””I know that! What does it mean?” She shrugged. “Blop!” After a great deal of time, I finally figured out he was saying lap–he wanted to sit in my lap. Oh the joys of conversation with a one-year-old.He’s talking so much. He loves to poke my belly and say “funny” over and over. He calls every bug an “ant” and he holds up one finger and says “oneminute” for anything he wants to do. He knows it’s a sure way to get his way. All his teeth are coming in, he’s potty training and taking–my baby is growing up!! I can’t believe it!!

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