We are in the middle of potty training Aubrey, and it is
never without its dull moments. Like
most milestones with Aubrey (crawling, walking…) things are moving slowly,
which really means she knows how to do it but will do it on her own time. (No idea where she gets this stubborn thing!) So as you can imagine a lot of topics of
discussion at the Nain and T household are around the potty. I very rarely go to the bathroom, er, I mean
potty, now without company. It is kind
of nice, though, because I cannot remember the last time someone cheered for me
when I went to the bathroom. Go, Mommy!
She is also into the poop and farting thing. In that respect, I suppose she is a lot like
her Daddy. She’ll fart in the bath tub
and go “oh, big fart!” And they don’t
smell like roses, let me tell you.
As gross as it is, too, she insists on seeing her poopy
pull-ups before I throw them out. She
has to see it. So disgusting. But I’ll tip the thing up so she can see her “accomplishment”
and she always goes “oh, BIG poop! I did
that!” Yep. Good for you, kid. You took a giant dump!
She’s also somewhat of an old man in her routine. We will put her down for nap, and never fails
– she’ll poop. She does this at daycare,
too, apparently. So I’ll stall whatever
it is I want to do during her “naptime” and wait about 20 minutes only to go
back in there. Sunday, however, she did
not fall asleep even after that first change.
I come in her room to discover Axl Rose had destroyed the place,
clothes everywhere, and she somehow managed to pull her overnight diapers from
the dresser and they were everywhere.
The dresser, mind you. Four
drawer dresser. I have no clue how that
feat was accomplished, but I imagine it took a great deal of
determination.
I come in her room and lean to her level. “Aubrey, are you poopy again?” She looks at me ever-so-serious “I do one,
two poops! BIG poops!” Dead serious face, counting with her
fingers. It is so hard to not just crack
up in times like these. I mean, I do,
but still, I don’t want her to think we’re not taking her seriously.
But hey, she took one…two…BIG poops, guys. And of course, she did have to admire her
work afterwards. That’s my kid!
We’ll just chalk this up to something that will embarrass
the hell out of her when she is older.
This may sound odd, but odd situations, odd measures- perhaps you should show her that when mommy poops, her stuff stays clean. Make the big deal out of that, and see if it helps. But, whadda I know? I'm 23 years from where you are.
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