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Today Henry excitedly called us into the living room, smiling and saying, “I pooped! I pooped!” We trepidatiously walked into the room, scanning the floor for his “surprise”. Low and behold he left 2 LARGE, alarmingly large, “presents” for us on the leather sofa. Thank God it is leather. Sigh…And that is how potty training is going.
Some time soon, I have to potty train Henry. Oh geez – I am scared. It was HORRIBLE and AWFUL with Carter. I would also described it as MADDENING, SCARY, TRAGIC, MISERABLE, A NIGHTMARE, HORROR SHOW, CRUEL AND UNUSUAL PUNISHMENT, SOME OF THE WORST TIMES OF MY LIFE. Oh, I’ve heard of the folks who say, “One day she just said, ‘I have to go potty.’ Sat on the potty, went and never had an accident.” To those people I say, ‘good for you’. Congratulations on living a charmed life. I’m just going to count myself lucky that potty training was my Vietnam and not actually having a real Vietnam. Only in that light can I feel “lucky”.
Henry is not ready, which I’m kind of glad about. My friend’s child who is just a few weeks older than Henry insists that she put underpants over his diapers. That child is ready. Henry doesn’t even want us to change his poops. He is so laid back. He would happily just sit around in a soiled diaper, smelling to high heaven rather than be inconvenienced with a diaper change. That child is not about to actually leave the room and sit on a cold toilet to empty his bladder.
I remember the first time Carter pooped on the potty. He was about 19 months old. We were all in our bathroom getting ready for the bath. Carter had a little potty in the corner that he would pee in. I was standing at my vanity and in an accusatory voice, Craig walked over and said, “did you do that?”. He sounded mad. I was like, “do what?”. He pointed to a very large poop in the little Fisher Price potty. A potty that sang a song for you once something substantial hit the bowl. And this was substantial, very substantial. I looked at him like he was crazy and said, “Yeah. I did that. I decided that the larger, adult toilet was just too comfortable. I hunkered myself down on that little plastic potty and left that gift for you.” Then he looked at Carter and said with shock, “Did you do that?” Of course, Carter didn’t know what to say because it seemed like he did something wrong. Totally not the text book way to celebrate your toddler’s first independent poop, we realized. So we immediately started dancing and singing Carter’s praises. In Craig’s defense, it did look like it came from a grown man, not a toddler. But what kind of a monster does he think I am? He thought I would do that and then leave it there? Would he still love me if I had? Read more…
We were going to ride bikes on the belt line (woo hoo! love the Atlanta belt line) and then play in Piedmont Park. Henry was in the car, strapped into his seat. Carter brought his bike around and ran up the front stoop. He turned to me and said, “There’s my bike. I’m going to go get some extra underpants in case I poop my pants.”
So, first I laughed because that is hilarious. I’m totally going to use that line next time Craig and I have date night. Craig will be walking to the car in his stylish blazer and I will holler out, “just going in to get my back up panties in case I poop myself.” Sadly, one day, I imagine I will use that line without irony.
I was amused, but confused by Carter saying this. Was he planning some awful surprise for me? Should I acknowledge his preparation skills? He is always leaving books and hats that he brings to school. He’s showing some real maturity here, planning ahead. I’d hate to ignore that. Ya know, positive reinforcement and all. No, I must let him know that pooping your pants is not an option. He is 4 1/2 and has been potty trained for 2 years. He has never pooped his pants. Not since that one time when he was still fighting potty training (OMG, I will have to do a series of posts on my nightmare experience). So, what the hell was he talking about? If he has the fore thought to bring a back up pair of underoos, then he can manage to hold it until we get to a potty.
I said, “Why would you poop your pants? Do you need to go to the bathroom?”
Me, “Let’s go to the bathroom now.”
I put his bike in the car and turned around. He had pulled his pants down to his ankles and his naked behind was facing the street as he tried pushing the front door open. He finally got in and well, you can figure out the rest. Here are some pics from our outing. Read more…