The Things We, As Mothers, Blog About
Actually, technically, it should be, “The Things About Which We Blog,” but I wasn’t sure of the best way to fit “As Mothers” in there.
“As Mothers, The Things About Which We Blog” maybe? Hmmm . . .
Anyway, I almost titled the post “Guess Who Pooped in the Potty” but, egads! I vividly remember being totally revolted by women who would get together and seemingly talk about nothing but their children’s bathroom habits and boogers, and I swore, swore, SWORE I would never be one of them. I think I wrote this same post the first time Tank Boy had any success in the bathroom.
Anyway, what can I say? I try not to talk about poop and boogers exclusively, but sometimes I, like you, just gotta.
I’ve only ever put Quinn on the potty three times. Each time he has actually tried to push something out. Today, being the third time, something came out. Lots of something, actually (so glad that wasn’t a diaper I needed to change). Two different somethings, even. Let me clarify: he also peed in the potty. I suppose I could be more delicate about it and say he tinkled in the loo or something like that instead, but either way you get the picture.
Oooo. Try not to actually picture it, mm’kay?
Anyway, he was rather fascinated by the whole thing, and is the first of my five children to not be totally terrified of emptying his colon into the preferred receptacle. He is now enjoying the traditional reward of miniature marshmallows and chocolate chips.
What are the chances he’ll start telling me when he needs to go?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hee hee hee hee he he he . . .
*wiping away the tears of laughter*
Alright, sorry I just killed at least a dozen of your brain cells by blogging about fecal matter; but I swear it doesn’t matter how many kids you have, those first steps towards being diaper-free are something to celebrate. Just think of the snow storms I won’t have to drive through for supplies!
And George, Tewt the Newt is too grossed out to say much of anything.
woo hoo a potty post!I do not look forward to potty training but do look forward to being diaper free. Is it harder with a boy?
Yeah!!! It is so fabulous to not buy pull-ups anymore. Good luck with him. Here’s to pooping in the right place!
Way to go Quinn! Too funny!
Good going Quinn!!
Oh how I don’t miss potty training. I still have nightmares from watching my child doing the I-have-to-go-potty dance, and having her screaming, “I DON’T HAVE TO GO POTTY” all the while looking like she’s about to explode. but then, I didn’t change diapers (that was the husband’s job – HA).
Congrats! It is like the first poop when you travel. It is a proud occasion and definately a blog post!
Mary
Addy pooped exclusively in the potty when she was Quinn’s age and never looked back. She really hated the whole diaper thing and I can not even remember changing poopy diapers with her, it was so long ago. She pooped long before she willingly peed and only really recently just finished potty training. So there’s hope! And for your sake, I hope if he does insist on the potty, he’ll train all at once! LOL
That boy is a genius!
It is an AWESOME feeling when the last one is out of diapers. When Maddie was diaper free I felt like throwing a party.
Okay, so what’s your trick? Will is STILL not consistently going “number 2″ in the toilet. Gross. He’s almost four for crying out loud. I have a feeling Aiden’s going to be trained before Will completely is. Grrr…