I am beyond frustrated. This potty training thing has me bamboozled. If "Potty Training" were a course in school my son and I would both be failing a remedial course by now.
I wish this entry was only going to cover the fact that Dax finally went poop on the potty this week and earned himself a Spider Man stickerbook and a trip to "Old McDonald's Playland" with daddy. And then I'd move on to yesterday when he went poop on the potty again and got to call Nanna and Poppa and leave them a message bragging about his good news.
But instead this entry will point out that I have cleaned more poop AND pee off of my floor in the past few days than any person should EVER have to. (Just a tip: Taking your kid's pants off and letting them roam free like an untamed jungle boy is probably a great approach. In the summertime when they can do so outside and not anywhere remotely close to carpet.)
This morning he and I went to buy some more underpants (because we've come to think of them as disposable). He picked out some baseball ones and some Spiderman ones. This is all part of the "don't put him back in a pull-up NO MATTER WHAT" approach. We sort of tried this before but when he decided that he would just STOP pooping altogether (resulting in a rather unpleasant visit to the pediatrican) we caved. This time we have the power of a prescription laxative to keep that from happening again. Bwah-ha-haaa!
I'll be off for most of the next week and Dax will be at home with me. This will be the first time I will have had the chance to spend an extended period of time WITH him while attempting to potty train (as opposed to nights and weekends and then depending on his school to get the job done). I'm somewhat optimistic that this will make a difference. Somewhat.
And now? So that I don't have to end this on such a bleak note? I'll leave you with this:
We have an awesome grocery store near us that lets you place your order online and then someone else does the shopping for you and you just pull up, push a button, announce your arrival and then everything gets delivered right to your car. AWESOME! We almost always have the same person helping us, too, and she frequently will remind me of commonly purchased items that I may have forgotten.
This time our usual person was on lunch break when we picked up so the woman who brought our groceries out said, "Jenny wanted to know why you didn't get yogurt this time." I replied that we had some at home already but then Dax piped up from the back seat, "My yogurt is EXPIRED!" And, um, sadly he is right. I had forgotten. The look on the woman's face was fantastic, though, because she clearly did not expect him to say that. Quite frankly, I didn't either because usually he just describes things as "yucky" or "old".
So my kid may be a total striver in the potty department but his vocabulary is not hurting.
Oh, yeah. This is also awesome. I especially like Daddy Clay's take on bribery because, clearly, the things I'm using ain't cutting it. Maybe $100 a poo will convince him.
Posted by michelle at December 22, 2007 04:20 PM