Rex and I were laughing the other day that we would have Kayelynn potty trained before we were done with Trey. That may not be too far from the truth.
Our happy McDonald's poppy party is just a distant memory. For the past few days I've had to struggle to get Trey to poop in the potty. He has no qualms with putting pee pee in the potty but just try mentioning pooping in the potty.....
Today I left him in the bathroom for awhile screaming like there was some sort of medievil torture involved ( him screaming not me ). After what seemed like an hour, the wailing ended and a little voice called to me, "I'm dooooone". Trey met me outside the bathroom door. "Now mommy," he said in a fake grown up voice meant to calm me down. " I sorry I did dat. I did not mean to do dat. "
Do what? I wondered. It didn't take long to figure out. My bathroom rug was somewhere under a massive pile of toilet paper. A flash back of our recent kleenex misadventure ran through my mind. I turned to look at him, ready to raise my voice to him. And there he was, standing with his hands over his ears, squinting a little, bracing himself for my eruption. He looked too cute. So, I took a deep breath and knelt beside him, pulling his hands down away from his ears.
"Why did you do this?" I asked quietly but sternly.
"I haaad to." He answered. " I sorry I do this mommy. I haaad to" he repeated. (Had to? Three year olds appear to be just as bizarre as two year olds. ) Oh and he had NOT pooped! Infuriating!
It was almost nap time so after a brief discussion on not wasting toilet paper he went straight to bed (no story!) and looking quite sullen.
I returned to the bathroom. His little voice still echoing in my head. "I haaad to mommy" Yes, some strange toddler instinct had 'made' him completely unroll the brand new, super sized roll of toilet paper I had just put out this morning. I started to try to clean it up but it was totally tangled and I couldn't for the life of me find the end to start re-rolling. I scooped the mound up in my arms to throw it away but that seemed wasteful. Charmin isn't cheap ya know.
So...I have been using toilet paper off of the bathroom floor. That thought made me laugh this afternoon. What is next?
Don't answer that........
2 comments:
your such a creative story writer - wish you were back at work with us.
I second, third, fourth and sixtyth that thought.
I can see myself using paper off the floor too. I feel your pain with poop. If you remember, Drew had major problems with it. He will be 13 in less than 2 weeks and we still have to keep a close eye or else. It turned out to be a muscle/sphincter problem but I had to deal with poop pants for 8-10+ years before we figured it out. Miralax was the answer to our prayers. It just worked and he knew that it was time to go and we went. Thats not to say I didn't clean up skid marks everyother day, but it wasn't a fight anymore to get him on the pot.
There is an end in sight and you may be right. We had Hannah trained befor Drew it feels like. Girls are easier in that aspect. However, Hannah saw Drew in the bathroom several times and insisted on trying to stand to pee. We settled for sitting on the toilet backwards for a few times before she came around to the fact that facing forward was best.
Love your blog, I know I've told you that before. Keep bloggin chickadee.
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