Okay first thing, we used to say that Title in college and I cant remember why or where it came from. Britney or Laura---do you remember?
Anyways so poop has been filling my life and I am wat SICKED out. Two quick stories. So S has recently been fascinated with pooping in the potty, which is awesome. So like all his friends we went out and bought those little chairs that they can sit and poop in themselves. Only problem is their NASTY to clean out. Cause you have to clean all of it out after every use....TOTALLY worse then changing him cause I'd have to stick my hand in there and "stuff" would get on my wrist and... okay you get the picture. So we switched to the seat you just put on the toilet. Much better, but one day I was out feeding J on the couch and S was in there doing his business (it usually takes awhile sometimes so he was singing and waiting on the pot...). Anyways then I hear this loud sound and I am thinking why is he flushing, he knows he cant get a cookie (the reward which we have inevitably begun to think was a bad idea because too many cookies were actually making him have to poop more...but thats besides the point)...where was I? Oh yea, he knows he cant get a cookie unless I see the poop before he flushes (toddlers think they cant trick their parents with a poopless flush of the toilet). But then before I could investigate, S started SCREAMING!! I ran in the bathroom to find the toilet spurting pretty forcefully like a fountain, enough that it was definitely spraying on him totally exposed. So he freaks (naturally), wont let me console him and takes off running to the kitchen bare bummed. I look outside and see the city workers flushing out the sewers! First who does that? And why do they need to do that? And why did my toddler who FINALLY decided pooping was fun have to be sitting on the toilet when they did it? It was gross. Not to mention S had by this time done his business already and so the fountain of fun created an even bigger mess. I spent the rest of the day cloroxing both bathrooms and praying that S would believe me that the whole experience was cool and it was kind of like the fountain in front of the St. George Temple where people throw pennies in....we'll see if he EVER come close to a toilet again OR if I start finding all my lose change in the bowl.
The next story was ALL C's FAULT. (No offense babe). S was in the bathtub and started calling out for his daddy for like a good 2-3 minutes. C just thought he was talking and was ignoring him or he didnt hear him or was too zoned into who knows what on the TV...anyways when he finally did go in, he found that Seth could not hold it any longer and the bath tub and all his toys were covered in more POO. Sick. Yea, after the episode the day before this one was all C's clean up.
This potty training stuff is not for rookie moms. I need a nanny to do all this business cause its grossing me out. Ah, the joys....Maybe this will be one of those things I'll look back at and laugh.....maybe.