Every parent has been there. Your child has just graduated from the kitchen sink to the full-fledged bathtub. Everything is going great. Your infant or toddler is just enjoying herself. You’re feeling good about yourself. Everything is great.

At that moment your child chooses to remind you that she is not, in fact, potty trained and that you need to move…fast.

We have not had an incident in our tub for several months now.  But it’s always on my mind the moment my daughter touches down in the suds.  The long vacant stare, the sudden noise, the furrowing of brow…all bring about constant vigilance.

So this evening, when I saw my daughter having more than a few far away looks, and when I heard a very suspicious noise arise from the depths, I became nervous.

Calmly, quietly, gently, I ask my daughter if she needed to leave the bath to use the potty.

She stared at me for a moment.  Then responded in her perfectly clear two and half year old voice:

“No Daddy.  I just farted.”

[EDIT]:  For some reason only part of this post posted.  Sorry.

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My family is up in Madison today visiting the in-laws.  I happened to step out for a while to get some shopping done as we were in the “big city”.

While I was out, I happened to check back with the Boss to see if I was forgetting anything.

“Nope,” she said.  “But you did just miss your child rolling over.”

“The eldest?”  I asked.  “That hardly seems amazing, given that she’s nearly three.”

“No…the youngest.  Oops.  She did it again.”

“But the youngest is only two and a half months….”

“Well, she just did it for a third time.”

I arrive back at my in-laws not that long afterwards.  My youngest managed to do it one more time while I was in the next room getting my camera.

Since then she’s utterly refused.

Go figure.

Me:  Ok, I’m ready to go to the Y…where’s our daughter?

Wife:  She’s going upstairs to take a coffee break [nap].

Me:  What do you mean?  We were going to go swimming after lunch.  I told you that.  Why did you send her up for her coffee break?

Wife:  I didn’t.  She told me it was time for a coffee break.

Me:  Come again?

Wife:  She started heading upstairs while you were getting stuff from the basement.  I asked her where she was going and she told me that it was time for coffee break and that she was going upstairs.

Me:  You told her that she would do coffee break after the Y?  And she just got confused?

Wife:  No.

Me:  You gave her the choice of going to the Y or taking a coffee break?

Wife:  No.

Me:  You told her it might be a good idea to take a coffee break instead of going to the Y.

Wife:  No.  She decided it was coffee break completely on her own.  No prompting on my part whatsoever.

Me:….I don’t….I don’t believe you.

Wife:  It’s true.

My perception of the world is shattered.

So…it’s been a few weeks since my last update.   Time flies.  #2 has already passed two months.  #1 has steadfastly refused to have anything to do with the potty, despite early success.

I’ve been trying to post a picture per day to my Project 365 set.  I think I’ve only missed one day so far.  Work progresses.  Life progresses.

Other than that, I’m just tired.  There’s too much to do and not enough time to do it.  Things, like this website, fall by the wayside.   Although now I have a lot more solo-parenting days with my wife’s new schedule.  Maybe I’ll take advantage of those moments after #1 falls asleep (or is at least in her room if not her bed) and before #2 wakes up from her frequent catnaps.

Maybe…