Potty Training - Deuces Wild

Okay this will be my last potty training post for a while...maybe.  Pooping on the potty has been a struggle.  My kids had the stomach virus so we went back to pull ups because I have never been more humbled in my life as when Cameron had his first diarrhea attack in underwear in jeans.  First of all, I would like to apologize to my mother for all the crap (literally) I gave her during those cloth diaper years.  I can only imagine what kind of a toll that takes on a person when you have no other option.  I gagged repeatedly and the stench of shit lingered longer on my hands than crawfish.  I kid you not, I cut my nails after that one.  Secondly, my hats off to those going green to save the earth and pennies and putting your kids in cloth diapers by choice.  You are stronger women than I.  Oh and I should probably apologize to your future grandchildren because my two kids and I did a number on the future environment with the poopy diapers we put out there over the past two weeks.  (Note to self: must buy Christmas presents for the sanitation workers this year.)

Oh yes so pooping on the potty not too successful, but maybe the potty is too small or TV commercials have a greater influence over my child than first suspected.  Brian decided to finish bathing Cameron while I took over drying all of Jack's little rolls.  All I hear is, "Wait, Cameron!  No! No! No! Oh boy.  Sarah, Can you come hear so I can clean this?  Wait, you probably want to bring your phone so you can take a picture and send it to your brother."  (Okay, so it's a sick and twisted sense of humor I have.  Judge away.)  So I snapped a photo of the poop in the tub and Brian cleaned away.  "At least it's solid" is all Brian could say.  I was impressed that he pooped a. not in his pants and b. in the bathroom.  Baby steps, people.  Baby steps.  Little did I know that photo would come back to haunt me.

A few days later the occupational therapist (there to help Cameron with his sensory and eating issues) stops by.  Cameron grabs my phone, scrolls through the pictures, holds up the phone to the OT and says, "Cameron poop!"  Shit.  

One day, baby, you'll have kids of your own and these stories will be funnier at that time.