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Oh poop

     Let's talk potty training...I think I felt the shudders and tears of mothers everywhere when I said those two words. Who would have thought that teaching someone to crap in a bowl of porcelain would be such a stressful ordeal? But man Oh man...stressful is putting it lightly. After months and months of working with Rowan I had him trained before Lydia was born. I was THRILLED. I wasn't going to have two in diapers!!! But then he went to my mom's for 2 weeks while I recovered from my C-section. Needless to say when he came home he was not using the potty anymore. I don't hold it against mom, I get it. She was busy with her life too while trying to help me with mine. And I was trying to get breastfeeding down and still healing even after he came back home, so I didn't immediately put him back in undies. But today I am starting again.
      I am pretty irritated that I have to go thru this again. Cleaning smushed poop out of underwear isn't exactly how I love to spend my time. But that's motherhood. The minute that pee stick gives you that little pink plus sign you are signed up for the job of professional poop cleaner! It's been an hour and we are on our 2nd pair of underwear for the day. I'm following him around the house watching for the poop face or the pee stance, bribing him to the potty with the offer of a tic tac if he does his business there instead of in his unders. By the time I have to train Lydia, I'm gonna be a potty training professional. I have songs and dances and stories and treats all figured out. Do you think that's something you can put on job resumes? This is one of the more difficult parts of having a toddler. Especially my toddler. He wants to play and play and play. Heaven forbid I make him stop playing to waste 30 seconds on a potty. What cruel mother I am!!! Oh well. One day he'll thank me. We really take our mothers and fathers for granted until we grow up and stop and think. How else did you learn to wipe your butt?! Thanks mom for teaching me the valuable lesson of bladder control!   

I think I see a puddle...

-Nina

P.s.
With all the poop and pee I clean during this time I have a terrific cleaner that gets up the mess and smell with no problem!
2 cups warm water
1 cup white vinegar
1/2 cup dawn dish detergent
Put into a spray bottle
Shake and spray!


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