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Sunday, January 6, 2008

Mm-BAH!

There's something about going on a road trip with small children that just sucks the very life out of you. Especially when you return and do your post-travel grocery run with a new resolve to watch every penny which causes you to spontaneously decide to not purchase the $15+ diapers even though your child is not yet potty trained because going cold turkey with no backup is such a grand way to introduce the process.

Sean-Peter loves to participate in our new chant:

"Where do we go pee!"
"In the potty!"
"Where do we go poop!"
"In the potty!"

Of course, Sean-Peter's version of "In the potty!" is more like an emphatic, "Mm-BAH!"

He is peeing in his potty. He's also peeing in his panties. In short, he pretty much pees all day long, in whatever happens to be there to catch it.

And a couple of days ago he was playing in the living room, where I could hear him happily moving his cars around on the coffee table. After a few minutes I noted a tone of distress in his voice with accents of what sounded a bit like "Maahm!" I went in and found a pile of poop. On the carpet. On the white carpet. (Though poop is admittedly not the first four-letter word that came to mind.) And he was gesturing at it accusatorily, "Mm-BAH!"

Apparently matchbox cars were not the only thing busy moving around. And I think some finer nuances of how poop actually GETS into the potty are being missed.

6 comments:

Mrs. Staff Sergeant said...

This is so funny! I can relate having just finished potty training my youngest son. And you have WHITE carpet! God bless ya', you are one brave woman, haha!

I'm also an Air Force wife and stumbled upon your blog only recently. I'm sure I'll be back :)

the dragonfly said...

I so don't look forward to potty training...

*sigh*

Jolyn said...

Oh, dragonfly,
Don't let my tales get you down. My first son was a piece of cake: I blinked and it was over. And, yes, it (mostly) felt that way even at the time.

Karen said...

I'm sooooo glad to be done with the potty training stage. There's nothing like poop in a bathtub to make a day crappy, no pun intended. Now if only I could get Alex to wipe his own butt....

Jerilyn said...

Oh the memories this brings of things I don't have to do again.
But I will mention one - the time you came in from outside with wet pants after you were pretty much (should have been) potty trained, and I said "Why don't you just come in and go to the potty?" and you said "No way Mom!"

Tam said...

I think we all should compile a book of stories of potty training! It would be a best seller I am sure! Great Post!