Y’all we are semi potty training in our house. My littlest has started showing an interest in using the potty. I thought it would be a good idea to go ahead and encourage him and let him go especially since I can’t keep ANY clothes on the boy. I have seriously tried every outfit they make. He has figured them all out. So I bought big boy underwear and put those over his pull ups. That worked for about an hour. Then he figured out how to get those off too. So my life is a little boy who runs around naked ALL.THE.TIME. Now his big brother has started doing it too.
There have been lots of pee accidents on the floor. I can handle that. That’s no big deal and it’s pretty easy to clean up. It’s the poop that gets me. I don’t like poop. I have a hard enough time dealing with poop when I’m not pregnant. Add in pregnancy super sniffer and nausea…y’all I’m out. Today I got to deal with 2 poop fiascos. Not just one, but TWO. In one day. My husband took the 2 bigs to have some fun and Daddy time so Mama could have some one-on-one time with her handsome red head. We try to make time to spend alone with each kiddo especially as my due date approaches. We try to do it all the time, but the more kids there are the harder it is to do one-on-one time with each one.
Anyway…Dad had the bigs and I had my handsome red head. We were playing out back (red head was naked as per usual) and he went to the corner where their play kitchen is. My oldest son tends to hide his rock collection there. Next thing I know, my red head is standing there, pointing and saying, “Mommy, rock.” I look and see what could be a pretty large rock sitting on the ground. I say, “Oh wow! Did you find a big rock?” He looks at me, looks at the “rock”, looks back at me and keeps saying, “Rock” while backing away. Then it hit me…and I said, “Is that a rock or is that poop?” He then tells me “Poop.” Ugh. So I take him inside and get him cleaned up, get the toilet paper and get ready to clean up the poop. Thank goodness it was a solid poop and not anything else and thank goodness it was only one. I gagged the whole way to the toilet, but I was so proud that I made it without vomiting.
Later we all had a birthday parade to go to so I finally got him back in clothes. We came home, had dinner, and then play time. During the play time, my sweet little red unsnapped his romper and proceeded to take off his pull up. He then stands there and says, “Poop” and is looking hard into his pull up. I’m thinking, “No way he has a poop in there. He already pooped today and he wouldn’t be that calm if there was poop in his pull up.” Then he comes toward me and all I see is brown all over his left hand. Oh MY GOD (in my best Janice voice). I could just see there being poop all over EVERYTHING or him eating it. I scooped him up and tried to clean the poop off his butt. It was also on his back and his stomach from the hand that was in the poop. I cleaned as much as I could and then he got a nice, warm, cleansing bath. Again, I cleaned everything up without vomiting! Yay for me! Luckily I scooped him up before he was able to smear poop anywhere. I don’t know what to do with this kiddo. I didn’t go through this with my other 2. They both freaked if there was poop anywhere. This one, not so much.
Tomorrow is another day. Another day full of poop I’m sure. I hope not, but we will see. To be continued.