Bathroom art

For someone who is so anal (pun intended) about needing things to be just so when she poops on the potty, including having the door tightly closed for privacy, Julia is surprisingly exhibitionist about the outcome of her time in the bathroom. After sing-songing, "I'm do-one!" and having one of her parents come in, she usually points into the toilet for us to see, nodding her head proudly at her creation. She even sometimes labels her product as if it's artwork. Like today: "Daddy, I did a BABOON poop!" Or the time she pooped a family of eels, who she then named Mary, Joseph and Jesus. She even, on one occasion, pooped Baby Dashiell and his mommy, and was kind enough to point out to us which particular particle was Baby Dashiell. I'm sure the real baby Dashiell's parents, Uncle Mike and Aunt Kathleen, were thrilled to know they were a part of Julia's bathroom creations. Whenever I'm changing a poopy diaper of Madeleine's, Julia rushes in to see what it looks like. I guess she wants to make sure she's still the artistic master of the house and that she's not being outdone by her little sister; sibling rivalry rears its ugly head in the strangest ways...