Okay, if you hate discussions of bodily functions, this is not the post for you. But once again, I have the need to vent. I will try not to be too graphic. For the point of discussion we will use the term "flower" for all references to repalce the bodily function term "poopy". So here it goes...
I am so sick of Flowers! (please remember the new meaning) I know Aaron will not be going off to college in pull-ups. I know this is a phase in his life. HOWEVER... the last two days have been very flowery.
For some reason, potty learning has reached a strange turn at the moment. Aaron and Noah are fighting a bug and have had runny flowers for a couple of days. I am one of those mom who potty learns by the "Naked toddler" method. I have found this method quick and successful for both of the boys. However, Aaron has decided that every time a flower comes, it is necessary to either just let it happen whenever and wherever. In the last two days, Steve has slipped on flowers in the hallway that we didn't know were there, I have stepped flowers into the carpet upstairs in his room, flowers came in the middle of the play area at the mall, and now for the icing on the cake, apparently tonight Aaron decided that if you throw a pull-up into the air with flowers in it, they will STICK TO THE CEILING IN THE LIVING ROOM.
In all fairness to him, his little bottom is very raw and it probably feels better to let flowers happen but they have been SO prominent in the last two days. I finally got lazy this afternoon and kept him in a pull up.
The poor little boy does have a virus of some sort creating part of this mess, but having had to throw away two pairs of underpants, two pairs of socks (one being mine), my husband's slippers AND my bath mat because of flowers spread throughout the house, I AM GOING MAD.
My step mom called the other day from sunny Florida (I'm so jealous) and wanted to know how the day was going. She does not like the discussion of bodily functions so I spared her the details and just said "I'm so sick of potty training". However, within the conversation a few more details came out. Her response cracked me up; "Wow, you really are having a bad flower day"
The ironic thing...Aaron's favorite thing to call people when he's mad:
Gee, I could write more, but it is now a half hour past when we put them to bed and low and behold, Aaron just announced more flowers...break out another pull-up.
I've given you a new meaning for "Wake up and smell the flowers"
In keeping with tonight's post, I will post a fun memory from Noah's potty learning days as my Wordless Wednesday.
Have a great night.