I'm beginning this post with a disclaimer...if you are eagerly awaiting the arrival of your first baby, or you are praying for your first blessing, or you have a little one under the age of one, take this post with a grain of salt. Sometimes I just need to vent...
I'm so tired of poop. Poopy diapers, poopy pants, poopy potties... We are now several weeks into potty training with the Dman, and I really think he's been doing a great job. But my elation at one poop on the potty (I thought we were back on track after a 2 week potty poop-hiatus) quickly turned sour. We entered another week or so of poopy underwear. At one point we had 8 pairs of underwear (dinosaur, Thomas, camo, plain white...) lying around the laundry room sink after a dunking in the toilet, and hot water shower in the sink, and a good scrub with Oxiclean. Not in one day, mind you, but it certainly seemed so.
You aren't supposed to punish toddlers for going potty in their pants--fine, I totally get that and wouldn't dream of punishing for "accidents." You aren't supposed to scold or be anything other than super peppy and encouraging. It gets old...fast... Especially when your little man knows HOW to use the potty and CHOOSES not to. But we trudged on, dumping poopy loads in the potty from formerly clean undies, cleaning poopy smears on the potty where our son would sit AFTER the fact to allow us to access to clean him, going through the undie-cleaning ritual (mine more rigorous than my husband's, of course). I resisted the urge to roll my eyes or yell, "Why? Why? Why?" and instead closed my eyes (so I could roll them under my lids), took a deep breath, and calmly asked the usual questions in my best nice-mommy tone...Did you know you needed to go poopoo? Is your tummy hurting? Did you know you just couldn't make it in time? All of these garnered the same response from our precious boy, "I'm gonna do poopoo on the potty, yeah...that's where poopoo goes! Not in my pants!" He sounded so confident and wise and excited about the prospect of actually depositing his waste in its intended receptacle.
Wonder of wonders, we've had no poop accidents in 2 days--our little guy heads to the bathroom to take care of business--yahoo!! We are so happy he's decided to make an effort. So last night I was giving him a quick sink bath, washing his face and hands and feet before bedtime. We were chatting and sister was playing by us, waiting for her turn. All of a sudden I smelled an unmistakable stench wafting up from my dear daughter. I started to say something silly about it and looked down towards her...and stopped mid-sentence and began saying, "No, Moo, No!!!" then, "Josh!! I need you....NOW!!"
Our precious angel had stripped herself naked in anticipation of her turn at the sink, and so very helpfully removed her diaper--her POOPY diaper--and was standing there looking at me with a confused look on her face and poop on her hand, the other hand working its way backward as if to see if there was more. Oh, trust me, honey...there was plenty more...
2 comments:
Ahhhh, this coming from a mommie who used to crawl across the floor picking up little poop balls that fell out of your diaper!!(No gatherings around diaper legs like ones today.)
Also, one who used to hide behind the draperies to take care of potty business so mom wouldn't know what she was up to. To my knowledge you are currently potty trained. Vent my dear, this too shall pass and you will one day get to look back and smile. I still remember the frustration so you have some sympathy. Love you!! Mom
LMAO! Too funny! I can relate to those poopy pants. EVERY DAY I clean one or two. It sux. We were giving him timeouts but that didn't seem to help. So now we are back at square one with the poop deal, I feel your pain. And hopefully he got it this time. As for Moo, she will probably learn much faster being a girl and all. Good luck!
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