Potty Training

Daniel seemed to want to start potty training shortly after Christmas last year but I was still working and couldn't work with him on it so that passed. Now it seems that he's about ready to start again. He has gone poop on the potty at least one time a day in the past four days (but still doesn't make it for each poop). The purpose of this post however, is not to praise his efforts but to share the joyous experiences of his pottying this week.

Saturday, Jason left me alone with the two kids for the first time since we brought Abigail home. He was gone less than an hour but that was enough. Abby woke up and wanted to eat so I was feeding her and Daniel was playing. Daniel disappeared into my bedroom and when I went to check on him a minute or two later, his pants were off, his poopy diaper was coming off, and there was poop on the bathroom floor. He wanted to see his poop in the toilet so he dunked the diaper in the toilet and dripped toilet water all over the floor as well. (I have a baby attached to me still so am not able to move as quickly as necessary!) I had to clean him up, scrub the bathroom floor, get him in a new diaper, and keep the dog from licking the cleaning solution all while Abby screamed bloody murder from her bouncy seat.

Monday afternoon I put Daniel down for his nap and went to rescue and feed the screamer. I heard Daniel talking to himself on the monitor so I thought he was reading to himself - boy was I wrong. My mom was working on painting the nursery and heard some noises above her head that didn't sound right so she went up to check on him. He had knocked down the gate I had blocking off the bathroom and was once again, pants and diaper free. She didn't have time to assess the damage, just worked on getting Daniel cleaned up and back in bed. When I went up later that afternoon to wake him, I saw poop smeared all over the little toilet - not just the seat either, we're talking the whole back and arms as well. There was poop on the floor, on the step stool that was next to the toilet, and smeared on a roll of paper towels that was unrolled on the floor next to the toilet.

I don't know how we'll get through this! I like things to be orderly and clean. I guess God promises he won't give us more than we can handle. . .