Emily's getting better at going to the loo (loo, loo). Today we went on the toilet, as opposed to the potty and she did two mighty logs... which visibly took it out of her. Congratulations were given by all adults in the house.
Holly on the other hand should be on Britain's Got Talent. Her backside is like a fire hydrant. A gentle tickle to clean it results in a spurting jet of yellowy-green poo squirting everywhere. Last night offering was double the pleasure, double the fun as she had a squirty wee at the same time. The amount of towels we have to change is a given, but the amount of flying wee-soaked jumpers I have to change is getting out of hand.
The midwife told us that the bum geyser was to be expected, so it shouldn't be too much of a shock. Why it is every time is still beyond me. I (and my jumpers) can't wait until this phase passes, really.
