I am back with another “poop adventure” except this time it is a pee pee story and about my son, Beckham.
My husband is a bit of a Disney buff. Ok … a BIG Disney buff! So, as a result, we have made several wonderful trips to Disneyland. Ryan, my husband, is like a giant kid when we go. He just eats up every magical detail of Disneyland. It’s actually pretty funny to watch! So, when we finally got the chance to go to DisneyWorld, it was a big deal. Ryan planned for a long time and made sure every detail was perfect.
One detail we didn’t fully anticipate was the fact that we had to be shuttled around in between the parks and our hotel due to the massive size of DisneyWorld! So, most evenings we would leave the park early to avoid the rush and to get the kids in bed early.
One night, however, we decided to stay so we could watch the fireworks. The kids were thrilled to stay up late … which for some reason, is the epitome of excitment for any kid! Things got really exciting when it started to rain near the end of the fireworks show. This began a mass exodus, everyone anxious to get home and out of the rain. The second I saw this, I knew we had stayed five minutes too long, and it was going to be quite a long journey home.
After waiting for nearly an hour in line to catch a shuttle, with tired, wet and cranky kids, we were finally able to board a shuttle. The shuttle was packed to the max, so we had to stand near the front of the bus for the whole 15 minute drive to our hotel. Beckham, who was 3 at the time, was too tired to stand, so I had the unfortunate task of holding a very heavy boy on a shaky shuttle. This was a challenge, indeed, and I nearly fell into other passengers laps several times.
Poor Beckham was so tired that he fell asleep in my arms, making his limp body feel even heavier. We were all wet and very cold on the overly air-conditioned shuttle. That is why it was odd when I felt something warm creeping down my leg and filling my shoe. It didn’t take long for me to realize that poor little Beckham, who was potty trained but still had a hard time holding it for long, had wet his pants. And I was in the direct line of fire!
He had apparently been needing to go potty for some time judging by the sheer volume of pee that drenched my shirt, pants, filled my shoe and was now emptying onto the bus floor. And even worse still, I had yet another 10 or so minutes standing on the freezing bus to be followed by a walk to our hotel…
Needless to say…we never attempted another late night at Disney again!!!
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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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