We live in a modest small home in the city. It has a living room, a kitchen, two bedrooms, and a hall leading to our single, solitary bathroom (provided you don't count the storm drain in the basement). Today we will focus our attention on the bathroom....
I get up this morning, as every morning and quietly dart up the stairs to pee...Mommy Ninja style, so noone else wakes up and decides they have to pee first. As soon as I'm done, I go wake up my little 'Dink' (that's what I call my kid...) and since we are only about 1/2 way through the potty training stage, the very first thing we do, is get him up and make him....(try to make him) pee pee in the potty.
Which USUALLY works...until this week. The child has insisted on complete privacy. Mommy don't play that....you get privacy when I do-or until 'aiming' becomes a priority. My darling Dink has now figured out that in order for poop to go in the potty & not on the floor, you have to sit on the seat provided. There is only one problem when trying to potty train a boy...when he sits, he pees on the floor....
Husband's & my mantra for the morning (said at LEAST 100 times in 5 minutes) was "Point your pee pee down!!!" meanwhile Dink just decided peeing on the floor was somewhat more funny. (>_<) <~~my face when he did this. He had only been sitting on the potty for about 6 minutes at this point, swearing up and down that he had to poop, meanwhile I'm thinking about how many people I'm going to get 'the bird' from when attempting to make it to work on time. Dink has now turned this into a game called something along the lines of "Squirt, mom cleans, mutters obscinities to herself, repeat."
The whole time he is telling me to "go in da libing woom" and "don't wook at me!" so I surrender, thinking maybe, MAYBE if I leave him alone for a minute he'll poop then I can dress him & be out the door...5 minutes goes by, so I make my lunch, and check on him, still sitting on the potty, still swearing he has to poop, still doesn't want me in there. I concede, go put my shoes on & get his clothes laid out. 3 more minutes pass, I go check, still sitting on the potty, he's grunting now, which I'll take as a good sign, I close the door, and assure my husband that Dink will be out soon & he can have the bathroom all to himself so he can stop bouncing. 5 minutes later I hear the wonderful words shouted from the bathroom "MOOOOM, I'M DOOOONE." I wipe him off and clean him up and he points to the potty in the cutest voice ever and says "Look, I poo'd HURRAY!" and then claps. I love my life & I couldn't be more proud to see the little 'plunk' at the bottom of the potty (but kinda ew)!
I then precede to literally throw clothes on him, and dash out the door. Made it to work with 5 minutes to spare. I think there is a good chance I'm getting up earlier tomorrow...and also may have to teach Hubby my super ninja moves so he can get in there before Dink.
I'll post more later....this is fun!
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