So with parenthood comes a lot of love, adoration and tender
moments but also some moments you just want to forget. But instead of
forgetting them I am here to share mine with you because they are funny,
relatable and real. So here goes… We
almost have Sawyer potty trained. Peeing in the potty is just life now. However he does not want to poop in the
potty. No matter what… He is scared of the toilet. He goes all day peeing in
the toilet, standing up none the less. He is great at keeping a dry pull up and
underwear, when I dare to risk a pair. And now he has evidently set up a
schedule for himself to poop every few days and inevitably every Saturday
morning. Early Saturday mornings! So I try to keep up with his schedule and
make sure he is in a pull up on those days to catch these digestive gems and save
as many pairs of underwear and shorts as possible. And then on Saturday
mornings before I can even wake up he comes in and tells me “Mommy, I have
sumpin on my butt butt.” UGHHHHHH………………. my mind isn't even working yet and all I can think is how that oh so sweet baby voice that I adore so much just said something that I cannot stand...
So before I have had my coffee, made
the multiple attempts to pull my now 3rd trimester self upright on the bed or opened
my eyes to focus on anything I have to lay down a towel in the bathroom floor,
get the wipes and go to town. Most mornings I’m OK and just do it while
groaning and repeating to him that he is a big boy now and to please poop in
the potty! But this one morning recently the fecal matter was a little less
solid and a lot more liquid. Yah I am blogging about the consistency of my son's poop. This is basic level stuff here people, try to keep up. The towel caught it as it was, how shall I say this... not staying intact and all was fine, so I
thought. Until…. 4 hours later in the
day, I jumped into the shower to shave my legs before our trip to the pool and
something on my toe caught my eye. What was this dark matter? Please be
chocolate I thought! Nope, not a chance…. It was none other than a large poop
splat which had dried to my foot on my pinkie toe. No words… Nothing could be
thought of to even mutter out loud in my furry. I just kept thinking, “Where all
I had walked in the house that this had gotten on and where would I find it
next?!?!” I never found anymore however
I am not putting it past these remnants to show up somewhere else when I least
expect it. So above all we have got to get this kid poop trained before the new baby gets here. I am without a doubt
totally over this. Everything is all well and good until somebody finds dried
poop on themselves hours after a diaper change. He just better be glad we
weren’t out in public when I found it. So this is me and my life at 32 weeks pregnant! I love my Sawyer baby but we gotta get this fixed asap!
Talk to ya'll soon!
Love Heather
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