Milestone Monday: Potty Training and Pooping (Just Not in the Potty)

Wonder What Elmo Thinks of This??

We haven’t started officially potty training yet. But we did buy the little toilet. Glad I made the purchase, since Fia loves to throw her little Sesame Street figures in it. When Elmo hits the bottom of the bowl, the toilet thinks she pooped. And out comes a tune. The “Pooping Elmo,” I call it. Maybe Hasbro wants to talk to me. I may be onto a great new marketing strategy.

At any rate, I figure with the L.A. move this week, potty training is the last thing we need to deal with.  Especially since last night the following, um, “event” occurred:

I sometimes take Fi’s diaper off, close to bedtime, just to let her “air out” a little bit. I call it our “Buns free, watch me pee” time. That’s because at least a few times a week, she stands next to the potty and watches her pee cascade down her leg onto the floor. Last night, she became an overachiever and took it a step further.

As I was heating up her bottle, I heard something rare in our house: silence. When your toddler stops making noise, you know something is going on.  I slowly turned around, scared to see what mischief she was up to, only to find her lifting one leg (like a dog), crapping on the floor. I shrieked. She laughed. Then, thinking this was a fun game, she began to step in it. I rushed over and grabbed her, aiming straight for the shower.  But she somehow slid her butt down on my pants. So I’m literally covered in chunks of her s—t. (Is that too graphic? Sorry, but it’s the truth of motherhood).

I’m happy to say we both survived the s—t show. And in my true clean freak self, I scrubbed the floors with rubbing alcohol to disinfect the area (and scrubbed us both down as well—with soap, not alcohol. I’m not that bad). But this doesn’t make me particularly excited about potty training.  I’m sure this is chapter one of many.

I know you all have your poop and potty-training stories. This was just my entrée into this exciting, smelly world. So let me hear them. We all need to add some humor to our Monday, right?

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  1. by Kristina

    On October 17, 2011 at 12:29 pm

    I just got my three-year-old, Allyson, mostly potty-trained. A few weeks ago she’d pooped in her panties, and I went through the whole “we poop in the potty, not in our panties” spiel.

    The next day I was washing dishes and she walked up to me: “Mommy. I pooped on your carpet. But not in my panties. I’m going to time-out.” And sure enough, she had pooped on my carpet and put herself in time-out.

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  3. by Cyndi P

    On October 19, 2011 at 11:49 am

    My son thought it would be fun to chuck his poopy diaper at me :(

  4. by Heather Morgan Shott

    On October 20, 2011 at 1:07 pm

    Mason’s pooey diaper came undone while he was sitting next to me on the couch one morning before work, and he managed to scoot his butt across the couch and my lap. Awful!!