Happy New Year, I give you poo.
My first post of the new year should be something insightful, dramatic, inspiring. Instead, I give you poo.
I have been having an ongoing battle of wills with middle child about poo. She waits until she is IN HER BED for a nap to poo.
Every day, I ask her before we go upstairs if she has to go, she says no. I put on a new diaper and I put her in bed. Five minutes later she is at the top of the stairs asking to have her poo changed. EVERY DAY. Or I hear her wandering the halls, presumably looking for a place to put the stink coming from her pants. Because who could sleep like that? (And yes, I realize this behavior is screaming POTTY TRAINING. We start on Wednesday. And yes, I will discuss potty training on the blog. I am right now discussing poo. Get over it.)
Yesterday, same thing. This time, since I know potty training is coming I try to preempt the poo and get her to go on the potty. Nothing. I put her to bed.
I hear some movement, ahem, upstairs so up I go. She is coming out of my room. I ask “what are you doing?” knowing the answer. She says Mama I have a poo.” I talk to her again about going before she gets in bed. How it’s yucky to go in your pants and big girls use the potty. I tell her how gross it is to poo in your bed. Why do you keep doing that I ask? (and yes I realize asking a 2.5yo why something, anything, is insane. Leave me alone.)
She says, very proud and sure that this is a good answer. “It’s ok mama, I no poo in my bed. I poo in YOUR bed.”
Happy New Year.