Potty Pooper
Sunday, February 14, 2010 at 6:40PM Still sick, but here’s the week in bodily fluids:
Sarah - 3
Cyclonic Toddler Shitstorms - 1
Dog Puke - 0
Cat puke - 0
As you can see, I’ve managed to reasemble my sangfroid in the face of grossness. (If a mess makes me cry, it gets a point.) On Friday Patrick brought this back from MacWorld for my laptop:
I married a smartass, but a cheerleading smartass. Image by Gelaskins.I still wish I had someone I could call and tell the story to when it happened. I have local mama friends, but since our kids are all close in age and we’re a bit farflung, it’s not as if anyone has huge amounts of time on their hands to offer an ear or on the fly child-sitting.
Ah well. My village permanently altered when Seamus was born, and it’s probaby a permanent work in progress.
The funny thing about the incident is that naked/naked on bottom time has coincided with Shea’s interest with potty use, and most of his requests to remove his diaper involve the word “potty”, sitting on the potty, and actually using the potty. Tuesday was a huge snafu, but definitely an outlier regarding naked time. In fact, he’s been great on the potty ever since. He’s still not interested in underwear, and we’re still doing all outings in diapers, but so far following all of his cues has been more successful than not. I’ll probably try to get a portable potty for our forays out once we move into underwear territory, but I think we’ve still got time.
And I owe you all some actual Seamus posting, none of this ZOMFG, you would not believe my day crapola. If it helps, I have another DIY post up.