Today, a new chapter has started in our potty training 'saga' - (very conveniently timed, since today was also the day I got the call from the school I really want him to go to (that requires potty training) saying that they had a slot for him.)
Today, he pooped and it made it into the general direction of the toilet. Actually, to be more precise, it even made it IN the toilet.
The cynic in me would also like to point out that part of it also made its way onto the carpet, but the optimist in me would like to mention that at least it didn't get ground in, it was a mere light dusting.
Now I can finally move on to my career of doing Weird-Al-ly parodies of popular songs, but replacing the word 'party' with 'potty'.
Just imagine, Eddie Murphy: Let's potty all the time, potty all the time, potty all the tie-ime....
It's a wiggly potttty...
You gotta FIGHT... for your RIGHT... to pooooootty!
We're gonna potty like it's 1999...
It's my potty I can cry if i want to
I'm comin' out, so you betta get this potty started...
OK, I'm done. I'm a super-duper pooper, come on and potty with me...
Lucky you. The poop that made its way onto my carpet was not a "light dusting", and was in fact stepped on and ground into the fibers.
Backstory - my two, almost three-year-old daughter hates using the potty. She usually whines, complains and runs at the suggested use of the potty. The potty used to be in the bathroom, but it is now in her bedroom.
One day she took off to go do her business (in her pull-up) and I told her to tell me when she was finished. At that point I had given up hope on EVER potty training the child. So this night she decided to poop in the potty all by herself without our assistance. Great effort on her part and it would make a lovely story if she hadn't lost some on the floor and then stepped in it, sock-footed and mashed it into the Berber carpet. My husband was the first one on the scene and hollered for me to "Come see what M did!". It was oh so hard for me to look past the poop smeared carpet into my daughter's excited eyes, but I did it and we all did the poopy dance and gave her hugs and kisses and stickers to put on the potty lid. And then I, not my husband, had to clean the mess up. So typical.
By the way - she hasn't voluntarily pooped in the potty again, but she has peed a few times. What makes this process even harder? The fact that daughter #1 was completely trained (even through the night) by age 2.5 exactly - no accidents, no kidding.
Lucky for me we don't have a preschool timeline or we would be in trouble.
Posted by: GT | June 05, 2006 at 05:53 PM
Oh that is awful! That's the kind of thing they don't teach you about in the parenting classes, how to handul smeared poop.
Posted by: Cynical Mom | June 07, 2006 at 09:46 PM
I hear ya on the poop issue. Is it a boy by chance (sorry this is my first time on your blog.) My son pooped in the wood with his dad on a camping trip. Took a week of deprogramming before he stopped dropping trough on park playdates. I kid you not!
By the way. Aaaaah. That is the sound of me relaxing. Because I just started a blog (http://mom-o-matic.blogspot.com/) and my in-laws are scandalized by it. It's making me feel better to find another cynical mom out there. Keep on keeping on and please stop by my place sometime!
Lotta
Posted by: | June 11, 2006 at 07:07 PM
Yep, this would be my little boy =)
I don't think my inlaws have figured out this blog exists yet. It's only a matter of time.
Cynicism away!
Posted by: Cynical Mom | June 19, 2006 at 10:49 PM