As you all know I believe that motherhood is an art form. It takes a lot of creativity and humor to navigate your way successfully through parenting.
This philosophy is particularly true when it comes to potty training.
I am in the throes of potty training my third child. My 2 year old Cesar has insisted on using the toilet. I actually would like to wait a few more months but seeing as he’s the third child and has two older siblings to look up to, he has proven to be very independent and wants to do everything they are doing.
So the potty training commenced a week ago.
I put underwear on him, showed him how to put his potty seat on the toilet and then how to sit on it by himself.
We’ve had some successes and plenty of accidents throughout the past week.
5 days ago Cesar and I were upstairs changing bedding when I noticed two of Cesar’s wooden blocks on the floor. I went to pick them up but quickly discovered they weren’t blocks…yes, they were poop that were amazingly square shape.
As I ran to his room to grab a new pair of underwear and run back to where he was, I discovered him picking it up…
So now he has poop streaked down his legs, all over his hands, it’s ground into the carpeting and I have to try to figure out a way to get him downstairs to the bathroom to get him cleaned up!
(Insert creativity and humor here!)
2 days ago Bency came downstairs and in a very nonchalant voice stated, “There’s something really weird happening in my room, Mom.”
“Oh yeah, what’s that?” I asked
“Well, the decorations on my dresser have all been turned backwards and my baseball hat was moved and there’s poop on the floor.” Bency replied in the most casual voice possible.
I stood there shocked. I wasn’t shocked that there were things moved around in Bency’s room nor that there was poop on the floor. Obviously, after my go around just the other day with the poop on the floor fiasco I have kind of braced myself for future occurrences as Cesar is still running amok with only loose fitting undies on.
What I was most shocked about was the ho-hum attitude that Bency had about discovering poop on his bedroom floor. I certainly think he could muster more surprise, disbelief or outrage.
So as I tried to wrap my head around his calm, cool attitude about the discoveries in his room, I made my way upstairs for a poop scavenger hunt to pick up before Cesar did….
(Insert creativity and humor for the next few months!)
Business on top, Party on the bottom
Motherhood Is An Art 