Compare to Sister’s Blog Month 4: The Month of Misses
5/30 Day 97 W: Oh, Shitake! This miss of poop yesterday was nothing. I mean, all I wanted to do was get Itty Bitty a quick breakfast. I made sure the bladder was empty — sure a few launched puddles got on the floor but I was going to steam it anyway, no big deal. I wasn’t thinking about poop because Mini Moose doesn’t go every day anymore and so I…put him in…you know…the Poop Chair.
I know I know! When am I going to learn?
He was so happy and content and smiling when I got back five minutes later. Oh, man. IKNEW it before I got close enough to see or smell it. He smiled and giggled. And he had that super duper cute face. Crapadoodle.
“The baby pooped Mommy!” Itty Bitty exclaimed pointing.
I just had him in the sumo prefold just to keep any pee from flying across the room (I always line the chair with a blanket or flat as a precaution thank goodness.) This expulsion copious, bright orange, and just all over his butt, his family jewels, down his leg and on his right foot. I’m surprised he didn’t launch himself out of the chair from the force of it. It took three hefty cloth wipes to clean it up and one more for a final pass. Eww! I know he’s only doing what is natural…comfortable and not on mommy…it is safe and he feels like he should take advantage of this poo-ticular moment.
On a catchier note. We went to a play group and he stayed dry in the carseat the whole trip and when we arrived he wee’d a little before I had a chance to get to the bathroom, but then he had a nice pee in the toilet. The rest of our hit miss ratio was pretty typical with more catches than misses on the pee front.
Itty Bitty had a funny incident. She was in a skirt and often she ends up taking off her underwear and being commando under it. Well, tonight she forgot she was still wearing underwear. She’d been morphing into her alter ego Destructo Girl who tends to be a bit scatterbrained and Tasmanian tornado, so I had said, “You know, it’s been a while since you went potty.” She looked at me, nodded, and then trotted to the bathroom and decided to use the little potty. Well, it didn’t go well. I didn’t notice until she decided to splash her feet in it. I was very cross about that (the splashing, not the wardrobe malfunction) and let her know it in a firm voice, “Hey, we don’t do that! You know better! Get a diaper and clean it up.” I didn’t get up to help, but I gave guidance. She cleaned her feet and the puddle with a diaper, put the soiled cloth in the pail as directed, put her underwear in the hamper, washed her hands when I reminded her, and turned off the light. I told her, “I know you forgot you had on underwear. You worked hard to get that all clean and washed your hands.” She asked for a fist bump (it’s like a thumbs up). That was that. Later, I wiped the floor down with a homemade cleaner to sanitize it.