Sunday Not-so-funday

As much as I've tried to convince myself otherwise, Avery is ready to commence potty training.

She has learned how to take her clothes and diaper off, and would MUCH rather be naked then clothed (who wouldn't?!). 

Here is a picture of her a few weeks ago after freeing her little tush from her diaper chains and trying to escape from her evil mom-warden who is always intent on imprisoning her in her restrictive potty clothes. She's making a break for the stairs in this scenario (this happens often):

This was one of the early clues for me. Today, the big clue came, and I took pictures, but I'll spare you the horror.

Not only did my little angel take off her pajamas and diaper when I was on facebook doing dishes, but she 

POOPED

ON

THE

CARPET.

Yup. Just like an untrained animal. I walked into the living room after I saw a flash of her bare bottom, and smiled adoringly at her sweet nakedness and then I got a whiff of it. 

I looked at the dogs, who looked at me understandingly, as if to say "wasn't me...", and that's when I saw it. Glistening little pooplets right on the carpet right next to Avery, who upon a closer look, was COVERED in crapola. I panicked, then picked her up, gagging all the way to her changing table, where I noticed the poop between her toes and fingers. I've cleaned up the mess with every cleaning product I own and now we are both headed for a serious shower.

Happy Sunday!