Charlie just turned 3. We’re having a rough time with potty-training. This mommy is exhausted and frustrated trying to get this boy to wear underwear and use the potty. We just got Charlie new Spiderman underwear in his Easter basket.
He thinks they’re pretty awesome, but what boy wouldn’t? We’ve been stressing that you have to keep your underwear dry and not get Spiderman dirty or wet or we’ll have to take them off.
At naptime today, he went upstairs and was playing (I know… I said nap, right?) for about twenty minutes. He then came to the top of the stairs to call down to me saying, “Mommy…. Mommy… Me need you right now. Please come up here. Poopy all over my clean floor”. I groaned a bit, unlatched Owen from the boob, and dragged myself upstairs to check out the situation.
Charlie was standing at the top of the stairs waiting for me. I braced myself and walked into his room. I’ve never been so thankful for hard poop. Charlie’s rubber pants were on the floor, his spiderman underwear were around his ankles, and there was a trail of poop turds from his bed to the door. I laughed. I couldn’t help it. I just laughed. I picked him up and set him on the potty and told him to try to get any more poopy out while mommy cleans up his floor.
After I (easily) cleaned up his floor, I went in the bathroom to talk to him. I asked him what happened and he recounted the whole thing. I was trying to figure out if he took his rubber pants off, underwear down, and straight pooped on the floor or if he pooped in his underwear then tried to deal with it. Judging by the poop in his underwear, I’m going with the latter.
Either way, it was extremely funny to me at the time. As hard of a time as we’re having with potty-training, sometimes you just have to laugh and be thankful for hard poop!