Sunday, December 21, 2008

"Does he have to SAY 'poopy diapers'?"

(If you don't want to read about the bathroom habits of three-year-olds, then skip the first paragraph.)

Jack has been a really tough little guy to potty train. Mainly because he is WAY too busy to use the bathroom. It's kind of funny thinking of him being "too busy" to stop to go to the bathroom. I mean, what if an adult said that. "You know, I really just don't have time to go to the bathroom. I have to just go in my pants and deal with it later." Well, as you all probably know, I am due with baby number three in a couple of weeks. Changing three sets of diapers is not really something I am interested in. Especially with children that are so "regular" as my kids. I often change six poopy diapers in one day. Yeah. So, I was really ready for Jack to be ready. We have been trying on and off for a good while, but I knew he was never ready. Well, a month or so ago, he got to where he would pee in the toilet. He still won't tell us when he needs to go, but if we take him in there, he is very good to do it, and also he goes for long periods of time with a dry diaper. (I'm pausing now and thinking "really, does anyone need or want to hear this?" Surely the answer is "no", but I am so exhausted that I have decided not to care.) OK, so to the point... he was always afraid to poop in the toilet. This is a pretty common thing among toddlers, but it always seemed weird to me. I'd tell him to sit on the toilet and he would immediately get up and run out of the room. Well, a week or so ago he started pooping in the toilet (oh my gosh, am I still talking about poop?) Then after a few days he just stopped doing it. Well, the other day I had an idea. I grabbed his bath frog (a safety device that doesn't fit on our new bathtub, so he just keeps watch on the sidelines):



and started talking to Jack with "Mr. Frog" in a funny voice. I said "hey, Jack! What are you doing?! Are you going to poop?!! Wow! That's amazing!" Jack got really excited and decided he wanted to impress Mr. Frog, so he tried really hard and, sure enough, he did it! He has been pooping for Mr. Frog for a week now. But he mostly only poops if Mr. Frog is encouraging him. He always says "can you do Mr. Frog?" when he sits down to poop.

Well, Evie has a new obsession: toilets. I have really been having a hard time keeping her away from them. There have been several times in the past couple of days where she got into the toilet, even when I thought I had locked the bathroom door. Well, generally she just likes to put things in there. Toys, toilet paper... her hands. Well, yesterday she dunked this little penguin in the toilet.



Fortunately I had my phone with me. I very casually took a picture of her so she wouldn't think that I thought it was funny. Well, this morning I was in the living room with Jack. I hadn't heard from Evie in a while and I hadn't checked on her because I thought I had locked the bathroom door and there is really nothing for her to get into on that side of the house. Well, finally I heard her crying. She didn't sound frantic-- it was more like a "help, please!" cry. Well, I start looking in all the rooms, and I realize that she sounded far away. I go into the bathroom and Evie is sitting IN the toilet. I mean, she has the toilet seat down and she is just stuck in the toilet, only her torso and head sticking out. Oh man, I wanted to laugh, I wanted to run and get my camera, but I knew I needed to get her out and tell her that THAT is something that we just don't do. Well, that really amused me so I thought I would blog about it. That is all.

Cute things Jack has said recently:

"Mommy, I like your forehead."
"Evie, where's my kiss?!"
"Hey, what's the big idea?!"

OK, well I am extremely tired so I'm going to go to bed. You might be glad to know that I have done a lot in getting ready for the baby and what not. I feel much better. I have a doctor's appointment on Tuesday, so I am hoping that I am not further dilated, because that could really mess up our holiday plans. "Go ahead and keep cookin' little fella."

1 comment:

Mrs. Juicebox said...

I have told this story several times over the holidays, and it cracks me up every time!