My mom told me that if Christopher isn't potty trained by age 3, we will all know whose fault it is. She is referring to me. Christopher has been sporadically going to the potty for months now. He stays dry at night, has all the needed skills and is definitely interested. I, however, am not interested.
Yesterday I faced reality and dedicated myself to potty-training my 2-year old. Today I have decided to be done until further notice.
Christopher has a training potty, the kind with the little bowl inside. While I was changing Libby's diaper yesterday Christopher went to the potty. He came out with a big smile and a liquid-filled green bowl. He flung the bowl around in his excitement and then tipped the bowl upside down onto his head, proclaiming it was a hat. The remaining contents trickled down his cheeks and onto his shirt. He took bath number 3 for the day.
I took a picture because it was picture-worthy, but today's potty-training mishaps are so nightmarishly etched into my brain that no picture was necessary. I was in the office when Christopher appeared. "I poop in toy room," he said. I walked downstairs hoping for a nice neat pile of the brown stuff, but it was not to be. Libby had trampled through the poop and now that I was looking I could see a little trail all the way up the stairs. I also noticed letter magnets squished into the poop, perhaps some kind of experiment? I grabbed the cleaning wipes and so did Christopher. He helped by taking as many Lysol wipes out of the container as possible. He then dumped the wipes into the toilet next door. The water brimmed to the top when he flushed, but did not overflow. In my rush to get to Christopher I knocked my mirror off the bathroom wall with my head. It shattered all over the floor just as Christopher flushed again.
The shattered mirror, 2 kids and I were standing in a puddle of poopy water. My little ones are clean and napping, but the rest of the mess is still there. Still there. Still there. Can I take a nap first?
