I know many moms and dads out there are enjoying what I like to call “poop adventures” every day! "Poop adventures" are those daily events with potty training and newly potty-trained kiddos ranging from funny to just plain disastrous!! Take my word for it that these events, while not always enjoyable and frustrating at the time, turn into some wonderful and hilarious memories!
As the author of The Poo Poo Fairy, it seemed fitting to create a series of blog posts where I share stories of "poop adventures" from my own children as well as from my family and friends. I love to hear humorous stories if you feel so inclined to share and will pass them along here!! We are in this together! Every parent must join this potty-training club where "poop adventures" can and will happen. So, whenever you feel frustrated, here is a place where you can read of other people’s adventures with potty training and realize that you are definitely not the only one!
So to start out, I will share a "poop adventure" of my own:
Like every other night, we had begun our extensive bedtime routine with Jane, our first child. We had already attempted and abandoned potty training one time due to the fact that Jane stopped pooping altogether. She wouldn’t do it in the potty and even stopped doing it in her diaper; she was just terrified to do it at all. So, needless to say, Jane was - shall we say - long overdue for a "movement."
This night was business as usual. Jane, in preparation for her bath, was fully nude and running around the house like a crazy lady while the bathtub filled up. She was running feverishly, with an energy that I only wish I could muster at the end of the day, when all of a sudden she stopped rather abruptly with a quizzical, distant look. My husband and I were so enthralled with her strange behavior that we failed to notice in time: the familiar focused look that began to emerge on Jane’s face that came accompanied with a reddish tinge and a popping vein on her forehead.
These were the tell tale signs that Jane was trying to have a…ahem…movement! This realization came too late, and I was only able to scoop Jane up at the very moment that she had completed her task. Unfortunately, the stinky results lay smack dab in the middle of my freshly mopped kitchen floor.
I was torn between feeling happy that she had finally been able to have a much needed bowel movement and realizing that it would be my job to clean it up. I suppose that Jane thought she would give mid-air a whirl as a place to poop since both the potty and the diaper were disliked at that point in time. That is a moment in her potty training saga I shall never forget!
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