<Apologies for the content of this for those of you who don’t have children>
Lately Carter has been asking to use the bathroom like a big boy. Usually before every bath he will sit on the toilet and pee, occasionally do more. This morning he asked to go and it wasn’t even bath time. We haven’t forced potty training on him, but rather just let him dictate things and make his own decisions on what he wants to do and just go with it. We have heard that boys can be quite a bit harder than girls, so I wasn’t even going to start seriously working with him until fall/winter time.
So today I take Carter upstairs to put him down for his nap. He has been wanting to run around in just a diaper lately, so I made a deal with him that if he stayed in his room, I wouldn’t make him put on clothes. He nods in understanding, “Got it Mom.” So off I go, downstairs to feed Gavin.
About 20 minutes later, I hear Carter yell from the top of the stairs.
Me: Carter, you better be in your room going to sleep (knowing full well he is at the top of the stairs).
C: MOM! Carter pooped on his blanket!
Me: <in a choking screechy-like voice> WHAT?!?!
C: Carter pooped on his blanket!
So I basically rip Gavin off of me and rush upstairs. Carter is standing at the top, completely naked.
Me: CARTER!?! What did you DO?!
C: Carter pooped.
<uh, no kidding>
Me, yelling down the stairs: Daddy, gonna need a little help here.
Carter pooped in the hallway outside of his room in three different places. And THANK GOD I hadn’t given him a lot of fruit this morning, it was easy to clean up. And of course, daddy is sitting there in between a chuckle and a gag, holding Gavin while I deal with all of it.
Then not three minutes after putting pjs on him to hopefully keep him away from his diaper, I go back upstairs to check on him and he has unzipped his pj’s and is trying to take his diaper off again. Guess this means I will be going to the store to buy pullups and we will now be tackling potty training head on.
At least I was just about finished feeding Gavin so that I could start drinking.