Have I mentioned poop lately?

I've mentioned before how a mother's life revolves around poop--here's some further evidence. (If reading about poop isn't high on your priority list right now, you may just want to skip this post!)

Early Sunday evening, I was feeding Finley when I noticed the other two kids were playing upstairs and had closed the door. I assumed they were in their room, but asked Keith if he would go check on them. He seemed not to hear me, and I didn't want to nag, so I dropped it. Wrong decision.
After a while, Sareny came down and told me that she had gone poop. Sniffing the air, I asked her if she had forgotten to wipe, and she said "Well, Isaac was booming it." This got Keith's attention rather quickly and he ran up the stairs where he made a rather gruesome discovery. Apparently, my children thought it would be enjoyable to play with poop. We found it smeared over every possible bathroom surface, including mirror, counter, toilet, tub, floor, walls, and door. I spent a good 45 minutes disinfecting and scrubbing. I decided this needed to be recorded here for posterity. Years from now, when Sareny can't believe she actually did this, here will be the evidence. Let the record show that she is nearly 5.

On another potty note, Isaac is now in underpants. Don't mistake this to mean that he is potty trained, but we are making progress in that direction. Because of his numerous accidents, we are rather limited on our outings, but I decided to take the kids to the park today anyway.
While there, he said he needed to potty, so I just removed his pants and took him in the bushes. He tried for a second with no luck, then turned around. Realizing what he was about to do, I quickly said, "No, Isaac, if you need to go poo-poo we'll have to..." But by the time I had gotten that much out, he had already pooped. Right there. On the ground. In the park. I told him to wait there while I got the wipey's out of the van. I heard him yell to Sareny and two other kids who were there with us, "Guys! Come see what I do!" The kids ran over to see. So much for discreetness.
Hope this post didn't gross you out too bad. And yes, I did pick up his poop and throw it in the garbage.