The toilet and dirty diapers

I don't have any pictures to post for this entry because mother hasn't uploaded them from her camera yet. She doesn't move fast enough for me!

Anyway, I just can't get enough of the toilet. I love flushing it, opening and closing it, sticking my hands in it to swirl the water around and especially putting things into it. Mother is quite sick of sterilizing my bottles and cups. It's even better when she spends 10 minutes searching around for my bottle only to find it later when she goes to the bathroom before bed. I also like chewing on the handle end of the plunger. Mother has tried hiding it in the cabinet behind a childproof lock but I've cracked the lock and pulled it out. She obviously underestimates my abilities. Last week I ate soap. Hey, it smelled like oatmeal! I'll pretty much eat anything except for scrambled eggs. Something about them just gives me the heebie jeebies and I spit them out everytime.

Recently I've been telling mother when I need a new diaper. I heard her whispering something about me being ready for my potty, how my brothers were late potty bloomers and that I may just break the record for earliest trained. Hahahahaha. She is so delusional.

Last week I broke down and made mother happy. She came to pick me up at daycare and when she finally got my attention, I smiled, giggled and then started to cry as I ran for her. I then hugged her really hard. I guess now she knows that I love her, even though I won't say her name. Yesterday she was asking me to say mama and I kept saying diaper and then I threw in a little spice and repeatedly said "puta". It's spanish for "bitch". Mother said there's no way I know what that means. There's a lot mother doesn't know.