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Just who is getting trained here?
June 20th, 2008
Alternate Title: This Blog may be getting a little boring.
Did you know that I used to talk to grown-ups all day, every day? I used words like tax structure, and wireless capabilities, and grace periods. I wore heels that matched my bag. I worried about things like rush hour, and 401Ks.
Then things like this started to happen.
Yes, that is what you think it is. The Son is ready to potty train.
Today I said the words Potty, Pee Pee, and Poop about eleventy billion times. Verbose? Not anymore. I wore jammie pants with pee dribbles on them almost all day. I cleaned poop out of not only a little plastic toilet, and underoos with cars on them, but a laundry basket.
Here at TheHuckablog World Headquarters it is all potty training all the time. We started out the day with a morning constitutional on the possessed singing potty.
Fabulous! The Son actually sits down and goes, no whining! He gets a sticker on the creatively named “Potty Chart”, ten stickers and he gets a matchbox car.
After breakfast we watched a little Elmo. (a note: The Husband and I decided before The Son was born that following the AAP guidelines, we would not let The Son watch any TV until he is two, and then just half an hour a day. Gee, it would be nice if I followed all of my own rules.) According to this brain numbing DVD, Elmo is already potty trained, so we got to watch a bear with a speech impediment learn how to use the facilities. You would think that a bear would go in the woods right? I made The Son aware of this quandary and he said “NO! Shhh Mama!”. Well, fine then. We snacked on Goldfish, and carrots dipped in chocolate frosting while watching Elmo Potty Time twice and playing with his new car, wearing his favorite undies, the ones with cars of course.
We then sat in the bathroom and read books about, you guessed it, going potty, while he made pooping noises with his mouth, yet never really went. After giving up, we broke out the organic playdough and made this.
Can you see the tiny little poop in the tiny little potty? This activity burned about an hour and a half of potty training purgatory. After this, lunch, and nap, I was putting away clean clothes, and heard that same noise as earlier. I turned to tell him to save it for Daddy, and he was naked, pooping in a laundry basket. In his defense, the basket was white and plastic. I did not take a picture of that. You are welcome.
To sum up, he did not get dressed all day. He ate chocolate frosting as a snack. He watched 90 minutes of Elmo. He played with playdough. He made boy noises. And he took a sh—uh, poop, in something I put clean clothes in. Oh, and I gave him stickers for doing all of that. I am thinking the wrong one of us is getting trained.
Filed under Boy is my face red, The Son | Comments (11)11 Responses to “Just who is getting trained here?”
Maybe if you got him Hotwheels cars instead of Matchbox cars he’d do a better job.
You are definitely stuck at Potty “camp”. Good luck! Sounds like you both are doing a fine job. Though,I personally don’t recall experiencing some of the things you have this week. Maybe it’s just God’s grace that allows us to forget the things that traumatize us.
OMG! This makes me re-think wanting to have children…
LOL Don’t re-think it Ang. It is awesome, just hard. But aren’t all the best things?
There’s nothing better than coming home from a long day’s work and having your wife say, “go look at what your son did today”. You think, oh he did something sweet.
Then you walk in and see poop thrown about in his crib.
Sweet? I don’t think so.
A cry to start going to the potty? I think so….he’s reached a point where he knows that those things shouldn’t be contained in a diaper against his skin. He’s decided it needs to be gotten rid of as soon as the accident occurs.
The hard part? Getting him to control it until he makes it to the potty instead of half way down the hall.
The funny part? It seems totally disgusting to hear other people talk about it (it always grossed me out before) but when it’s your child….it just doesn’t have the same grossout factor.
You find yourself taking pictures of it and posting it on your blog instead.
Hey. Why is the comment tally and filing section on this post larger than all the others?
Not much comment…except to say, glad it’s you and not me! Oh…and he did very well this weekend as was evidenced by the abundance of stickers on his poster–at least he saved the poop for the diaper and Pappaw!!
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What’s with all the ping backs?
And another thing…that potty is much smaller in person than it looks online. Just saying.
potty training dvd…
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