Me!

Warning: This post is about poop. Standard poop disclaimer (but this is not a gross poop story).

I walked into the living room this morning with the three kids watching Thomas the Tank Engine and smelled the smell. I said, "Who is poopy?" Of course, no one answered me. Lukas knows it's a rhetorical question, and Natalie and Konrad don't answer.

I said, "I'm guessing it's you, Konrad," and picked him up. Now that he's eating solid food, I can't tell the difference between him and Natalie by the smell.

Then Natalie spoke, "Me!"

I turned around and looked at her and she was walking toward me with her arms raised up.

I said, "Are you poopy, Natalie?" And she kept smiling and raising her arms.

Konrad went down on the floor and I picked Natalie up and kept asking her, "Are you poopy, Natalie?" as I carried her to the changing table. She kept smiling at me.

On the changing table, Natalie spoke, "I'm poopy!"

Natalie's most recognizable sentence ever. I think she's said, "I love you" before, but it hasn't been super recognizable. But I think most people would have understood what Natalie said this morning.

We're all choked up here at The Happy Ones.

I had to take a picture of her for this post, so here she is, right after telling me about her diaper needs, putting on one of Lukas' shoes.