Monday, May 19, 2008

Oh, the long-suffering...

Renie: I'm stinky.
Me: Well, we'd better change your diaper th...Oh no.
This is the part where I remembered I had left her diaperless in an attempt to get this potty train moving. So I peeked in her pants, cursing myself for not putting some underwear on her at least. (When I dressed her this morning she kept saying, "My pants are in my butt!") I laid her on the floor and pulled down her pants with great trepidation. She was smeared with poop from bellybutton to toes, with the largest chunk clinging to her knee. She was stiffly holding that knee away from her body and begging, "Wipe it off my leg Mom." Anyway, I got her wiped up and into the bath and returned to the scene of the crime to clean up. It was then that I noticed the chunk of poop on the stairs. And then another further down, and further. I followed a turd trail all the way to the TV in the basement. So I've been picking up poop nuggets and scrubbing the carpet. Luckily the messy ones were sticky enough to cling to her body and pants and not just drop out the bottom. Being a Mom is so glamorous.
*Note to self- CLEAN UNDER YOUR FINGERNAILS

4 comments:

jessica, jessie, or jessi said...

Thank you for making me almost pee my pants..LOLOLOL!!! Potty training was the single most difficult thing I've had to do as a parent so far. And though it's been months since we had to deal with accidents, the memory of those first weeks is still so fresh that I fear Eddie may be in kindergarten before I attempt potty training again. :)

Really...only potty-training has reduced me to actual tears of frustration! LOL!!

I'm sorry you had to clean up nuggets! But, like you said, at least the carpet was saved from the 'mushy' stuff! LOL!! Love your blog!

ERIN said...

oh gag! sorry you had to deal with that!

Terri_B said...

I was catching up on your blog, reading all of the back posts. I was beginning to feel envious of your adventurous life up there in the "Great White North". Your fun relaxing yet productive family weekends. Your hubby coming home at 1 on Fridays, your 4 day weekend away with your girlfriends, bike rides, and mommy daughter time.... But then I got to this post!!! NOT ANYMORE!!!

Oh Molly, potty training is SO NOT FUN! Good Luck with that!

Virginia Burnett said...

Yay - Potty training! We've had a few of those incidents lately - feel lucky there were lots of nuggets!

I can report some success with Maxx! He will now sometimes go to the appropriate room of the house to poop his pants and has even attempted to get it directly into the toilet a few times. (Sometimes he employs a more circuitous route, the details of which I do not wish to dwell upon.)

I think we would be getting somewhere if he would let anyone help him but he insists on going in by himself and when asked if he needs help says, "No thank you." quite firmly and slams the door. We do make sure he washes his hands really well every time he comes out!