Tuesday, May 26, 2009
On pee, poop and teeny tiny weenies
You may also notice that he has acquired a pair of underoos. Yes! Sort of. I decided this morning that it was time. Time to be done with diapers, time to be done with stinky, chapped inner thighs, time to be done with leaks in his pants. Mikey is also three and three months, so yes, it is time. Did I also mention that I just ran out of Mikey diapers and I don't feel like running to the store?
The Mikey was not impressed with my plan. "But Maaaami (in a high pitched whine) I caaaan't go potty in the toilet. I don't know hooooow. I just caaaaan't" My pleas, my threats, my excited happy voice did nothing to dissuade him. But then... I might have muttered something under my breath about candy for boys who go potty....
Suddenly! The Mikey is ON that toilet. He is dribbling out little bits of pee every ten minutes. And I am doling out the candy and the praise. Hey, every drop in the potty is one less drop on my floor. I'm pretty sure the boy will dehydrate before he gives up on the candy train.
The day is going swimmingly, and yet... we haven't tackled the poop. I have talked about it in a round about sort of way, but...
Mikey makes it through day, makes it through supper, through dessert. Then, Uh Oh! Uh Oh! There's Poop! Mom! There's Poop!
The Papi is home!
I pass the buck. Boy do I.
I hear Mike in the bathroom muttering something about this being gross. Ugh, this is gross.
Have I mentioned we've been eating a lot of corn and watermelon?