Friday morning of last week, we encountered our regular routine here at the Powell house. I arose and went to run off the candy I ate the day before while Jer and the girls dreamed of their own candy. Usually while I am away for the small time in the morning, the rest of my clan also begins to stir. More often than not, it is Emma awakening and meandering into our bedroom to awaken her Daddy. However, this time, he got out of bed and began preparing for his day before hearing from her.
When he got out of the shower though, he heard a faint little cry coming from another part of the house.
"Help. Help me! Help me!" she cried.
Jeremy goes racing out of the bathroom trying to find her. In his haste, he blazes past her only to hear her redirect him. "I'm in here!"
He turns around and goes back down the hall to her bathroom to find her at the potty. -side note: we have returned the potty training chair to the bathroom because of her recent bout with accidents due to her illness. So she can go to the bathroom on her own. She just can't dispose of it on her own. - Jeremy finds her in the bathroom, pants down around her ankles. Her pull-up that she was wearing for the night is off and DRY. She has gone potty in the potty chair; wiped herself appropriately; and was now trying to attempt to put medicine on her bottom.
You see, Emma thinks that if you poop, you must apply some sort of ointment afterwards. So we keep some Balmex in a basket on the back of the toilet to sooth her 3 year old mind. This means that she went poop and waddled like a penguin over to the big potty to get this tube of Balmex and now, because of an inability to see her backside, yet a strong desire to "do-it-herself", had created an adorable polka-dot pattern of salve on her two butt cheeks trying to apply medicine.
Even Emma laughs about this one.
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