Poo

Tonight, Edison used the "big toilet" as he calls it. Kind of.

We've been waiting to do the 3-day potty training bootcamp until we're sure he understands the mechanics of taking a whiz into the toilet, and so we want to have it happen once before we wait awhile and then throw him into the ring of fire. Who knows if this is the right thing to do or not. If you have kids, and have suggestions about whether this is a good idea or will make our child traumatized and wet the bed until he's 14, please weigh in. Honestly. I haven't done this before. I may claim to and act like I know everything in the entire world, but it's all a facade. 98% of the time I have no idea what I'm doing in most scopes of my life.

So...he occasionally expresses interest in using said toilet, but once he gets up there, he thinks it's funny, and it seems that when something may actually happen, he wigs out and wants to get down. He's admitted that it's scary for him, which is fine. We try to be comforting, but encouraging of the toilet's use, as well.

Tonight, the kid needed to poop. You can tell when it's going to happen in the evening because he wants to get down from the dinner table so he can go to his play area, or his room, and have some privacy to take care of business, even if it means that he doesn't consume anything for dinner except two bites of turkey chili and a swig of milk. Yes, we're at that stage where they go hide behind a chair in the living room, or a mannequin in target, etc. Thankfully, though, he doesn't seem to poop anywhere except in a house anymore, which makes diaper changes easy. Changing a two-year-old's diaper in public just feels a little weird now. Maybe the same as seeing a four-year-old sucking a pacifier while their mom pushes them around in a shopping cart. There I go, judging again.

Poop doesn't happen, so we move on to the always exciting and eventful Bath Time. While I'm arranging the baby safely in his new tub seat, Edison comes running in, saying he wants to pee on the potty. My husband then tells him to go get a book to read while he's waiting for the pee to come out. When Edison comes back, he really wants to get up there. Excitedly, Brian rips the snaps open on his cute little diaper, only to show that the kid is already mid-poop. Ga-ROSS. The rest doesn't need any explaining, but the kid you know, finished his business ON the pot.

It totally counts in my book, and we gave him all the love and praise in the world for it. Hopefully, even though it really was probably only a half-poo on the toilet, it will make the experience a little less scary for him, and he'll venture into the deep, dark world of urinating into a toilet.

On a serious note, I cannot handle my child being scared of anything. ANYTHING. Even peeing on the toilet. I'm that wussy, faint-hearted mother that will let her kid wear a diaper until he's six just so that I do not cause him fear. Because knowing a child is scared sucks, and is incomprehensible to my mind and heart.