Day... 9?

It's official.  I've lost track of the days.  One day is the next, is the next and so on.  I think it's day 9.  What does that leave?... 27? 

Oh crap.

That's not even close.  1/4 hurrah!!!?!?!

All has been running somewhat smoothly until a recent (ie: 15 minutes ago) pooping-on-the-floor incident.  Involving dancing in pile, running while flinging poo-bits and smearing.  Oh, the smearing! 

I put sicky, sad and weepy Charley to bed.  It took 2 minutes.  That's what happen when you leave a kid like this alone, naked, for 120 seconds.

I should know better...