Have you ever had a "Melody Marks" moment in your house? Tell me your war stories in the comments below. Misery loves company.
Because at the end of the day, we all leave our mark on the world. Some of us leave legacies. Some of us leave love. melody marks poop
At first, I panicked. Had she drawn on the wall with a crayon that looked suspiciously like a tootsie roll? Had she turned the potty chair into an abstract art studio? Have you ever had a "Melody Marks" moment in your house
We cleaned the carpet. We lit a candle. Melody is now 17 and applying for colleges. She doesn’t remember saying it, but I had it cross-stitched onto a pillow for her dorm room. Because at the end of the day, we
And some of us leave a little brown smudge on the bathmat.
If you are a parent of a toddler, you know that potty training comes with its own secret language. You know what "the grunt" means. You know what "the waddle" means. But last Tuesday, my two-year-old, Melody, invented a new phrase that stopped me dead in my tracks.
When Melody said "Melody marks poop," she wasn't being gross. She was taking ownership. She was claiming her territory like a tiny, diaper-wearing wolf.