You woke up from the call of your baby and immediately run to him for you knew there's something up to. You hurriedly took him out of the bed, grab his favorite milk and you let him do his work but still, he was crying. You thought of giving him an sunrise-y walk. He played at the park, smiling, saying hello to anyone we met along. The bright yellow Daisy caught his attention. Run to it and curiously smelled the flower. You laughed hard seeing his sneeze-y face. And he began to cry, again. Worried, you took him home. Lend him his little orange teddy and let him played with it. Suddenly, he stopped from crying. You sneak a peek and Yes! HE POOPED! HE POOPED ON YOUR BED! WHAT A MESS! You didn't yell for his smiling face. You have no choice to throw your pink blanket off the laundry. Replaced it with a mossy green one-Ugh! Not a fave. You have no choice-for now. He was a puppy. He was still a puppy. Well, you just thought of giving him a potty training. He licked your sweaty face, keeping you not to be mad. He was so happy. You guess you still have a ton of files figuring out how to be a mommy.