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When I’m three

I’ve told you about trying to potty train Hannah before. I’m so over it. It’s been months. Actually, I first tried to potty train her a year ago. A YEAR! Granted I wasn’t trying that whole time (because of this, but still….

The whole thing is just driving me nuts. She pees on the potty, but refuses to poop on it. She’s been pee potty trained for months. But she’s only pooped on the toilet or potty a handful of times. I know she knows how. I know she knows when she needs to.

The Potty Book – For Girls

Once Hannah was in the bathtub and she told me she had to poop. I put her on the toilet and she did a giant poo. She knew that if she pooped in the bath she’d have to get out, the bath would need to be cleaned, she’d have to stand there like a drowned rat for a bit, and then she’d have to get back in. So she told me she had to poop. See, I knew she knew….

Now she wears her big girl underpants because a) she wants to, and that must be a step in the right direction. Right? b) if I put her in a pull up, she’ll get lazy and just pee in it because she knows she can, and c) it’s cheaper than her being in nappies or pull-ups all the time.

The perils of potty training

But as I said, she pees in the potty, and poops in…her underpants. Sigh. Sometimes the poop is a little bit squidgy. Depends on what she eats I suppose. Have you ever tried to get a little-bit-squidgy poop out of underpants? It’s hard. And disgusting. And messy. Ick.

Fruit of the Loom Girls 2-6x Toddler 6 Pack Wardrobe Brief

The whole thing is just driving me crazy! I’m so sick of cleaning up crap. Well, her crap. Daniel’s is ok, he’s too young to think about potty training. She’s nearly three. THREE! It’s so embarrassing changing her poopy pull-ups (Ok, fine, she wears pull-ups when we’re out. Imagine having to deal with the poo underpants in public) in the parents room at the shopping centre. She lays there, speaking full, proper sentences, while I wipe her butt.

I imagine everyone in the room is staring at me, wondering why my child, who is so clearly too old to not be potty trained, is laying there in soiled pull-ups. Seriously, so embarrassing.

I asked her why she won’t poop on the toilet. And you know what she said?

“I’m still a little girl Mommy. When I’m three, I’ll be a big girl and I will poop in the toilet. I will poop in the toilet for my birthday.”

Sigh.

At least it’s only one month until her birthday. One month exactly. And knowing my stubborn, strong-willed daughter, she will do just that. She will poop on the toilet the day she turns three. At least I hope so. If not, I think I might pull my hair out.

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Categories Life with a 2 year old

I knew this day would come

17 Apr

I knew this day would come. I’ve heard the stories. They say it happens at least once with every child. But of course I was hoping my child wouldn’t do that.

“Mommy, I have to go pee pee.” Hannah told me. I opened the bathroom door for her. We used to keep it open, but now Daniel seems to have this dire need to go in the bathroom and stick his fingers in Hannah’s little toilet and/or pull himself up on the big toilet whilst shoving his little hands under toilet seat. So yeah, the door stays closed now.

After I opened the door, I went to the kitchen to get her beloved little stool with the monkey face on it. She likes to stand on it to wash her hands.

“Mommy, there’s my poo nugget.” She told me when I re-entered the bathroom.

“Your poo nugget?”

“Yeah, my poo nugget is in the toilet.” She told me as she stood next to the big toilet with her undies around her ankles, holding up the lid in one hand.

Why was I not rejoicing? Why was I not ecstatic at the fact that my child finally pooped in the toilet? Easy. She can’t get up there all by herself. Not without her monkey stool. Which happend to be in my hand.

ICK!

“DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!” I told her, a little too loud and crazily. I didn’t want those poo hands contaminating anything!

And then I washed her hands like she had the plague.

“Hannah, just for future reference, we don’t touch poop. Poop is icky.”

Sigh.

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