let's talk about poop. really glamorous, i know. as luck would have it, i'm a mommy and a doctor....so like it or not, much of my life is spent either talking about or actively dealing with the stuff. last night, we took things to a whole new level...
first, a little backstory. emma, already deep in the throws of potty training, hit a little rebellious wall last week and started refusing to go to the potty. every "let's go to the big girl potty" was met with an emphatic scream..."NO!". in an attempt to coax her back in the awesome direction she was going before...we started a potty chart....a bright square of pink cardboard adorned with the title "Emma's Potty Chart". a treasure bowl on our kitchen counter holds a bevy of colorful sparkly stars.....for each successful trip to the potty, she gets her pick of star to afix to her pink potty chart. one for pee and two sparkly hearts for....well...you get the idea.
the point is that she is obsessed with this concept and it has gotten us right back on track.
as parents to young kids know....for some reason, the concept of going poop on the potty is scary to some little kids. scarier than going pee at least. emma will often hide in a corner and do her business and we've struggled with that part of training. last night....armed with her desire for a glittery blue star....she held her little tummy and told me "mommy i have to go poopy on the potty". i immediately dropped what i was doing and cheered her on as she did her business.....clapping and fawning over her "accomplishment" the whole time. ben was out in the living room squealing right along with us.....he wasn't sure what he was excited about but he didn't care ;)
after helping emma clean up, which took a while because this child can't get enough of washing her hands, i returned to the living room to find sweet ben on his belly, working hard on those crawling skills. only, i noticed that his onesie...you know, the WHITE one....was actually brown up the back. as in all the way up to his neck. i spent the next 20 minutes cleaning up his business....still in awe that so much poo could come out of someone so small and sweet. by the end, all the wipes were gone, that onesie found it's new home in the trashcan {not even WORTH it}, we had gone through 2 new diapers, and it was CLEAR that a bath was in order.
while bathing him in the kitchen sink....the easiest place for me to keep my eyes on them both....emma sat happily the kitchen counter enjoying dinner. with my hands full of soap suds and chubby baby rolls, i turned my back. suddenly, the kitchen was filled with squeals of "i'm gonna get another star, mommy!" i turned my head to find emma...who in the whole 60 seconds i had not been paying direct attention to her had climbed ON TOP of the kitchen counter...peeing all over the place. epic fail.
while it took me 5 minutes to tell this story....in reality it was about an hour and a half of constant cleaning of pee and poo. suddenly overwhelmed after seeing my counter covered in urine....i burst into tears. it just happened. out of no where! what a sight we all must have been.
ben continued squealing in delight and splashing all over. emma looked up at me with concern in her eyes. she wrapped her arms around my thigh and nestled her head against my hip.
"it's ok, mommy. it's ok."
indeed little one, indeed.
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1 comments:
Hahahaha... oh how I enjoyed this!
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