It has been two years since I started this blog, and embarrassingly only managed to post 6 times. So I have decided to pick this up. I figure I can manage at least six more this year but hopefully more.

Little Riley is approaching two, and he is talking, smiling and engaging those around him. Here is what we got up to this weekend.

We went to his uncle Mike's WSU graduation, and he was surprisingly good, he paid attention as much as his little two year old brain would allow. Then he ate some popcorn. Played on the vacant chair next to him. Got his foot stuck in the aforementioned chair. And he pooped. A doozy of a twosie that required an immediate change. So we walked past a long line of people (I justified it as I was only going to use a counter and not the actual facilities) only to find that there was no counter. Just sinks, freestanding with no counter space what so ever. So there I was slightly stuck with a squirming two year old during diaper change time. So I stood him up on the porcelain sink, got him ready to reveal a squished down stinky poopy! *squirm squirm squirm* while I scramble for wipes and a diaper. Enter heaven sent lady who asks: do you need some help? Thank you I say, yes and thanks for not being one of those people who sees a struggling mom (whether trying to open a door with two full hands, or trying to purchase something at a grocery store and being cut off... perhaps a special shout out goes to the guy who cut in front of us at Subway on the road trip to the graduation only to state he needed five sandwiches from the ridiculously slow Sandwich Artist and after 10 minutes of waiting and their still not being done I went to the McDonalds next door and got my us burgers and fries in less than a minute and was that mom who let her toddler have fries... judge away). But back to the friendly stranger who held my toddler while he was standing while I proceeded to give his bum a good wipe-down. He got a fresh new diaper, he pulled up his pants. We both washed our hands and gave a high five for a job well done. And we got ready to leave the busy bathroom and I looked down at my dress... and Oh Poop! Yup I had poop on my dress, and that is what it is like to have a two year old.