So Charlie pooped on the potty! Exciting, right? Yes and no.
I never thought my daughter would be ready to start potty training before I was ready for her to. I mean, seriously, who wants to change diapers?
Now, I keep having flashbacks of the bright green, raisins and stained carpet.
But I’m getting ahead of myself… let’s take it back to where it all began.
My daughter makes distinct noises and crouches down like she is a tiger stalking her pray in a field of tall grasses when she goes number two.
I became acutely aware of this after she added some company to one of our baths one night.
While cleaning up, I noticed some crouching tiger hidden dragon going on in the corner of my living room.
Upon this discovery, Charlie and I made our way to the bathroom to sit on her stinky skunk potty.
It was then I realized the hard part is keeping her on the potty long enough to do the deed.
So, I did what any parent would do. I bribed her. I let her play with something she knew she was never supposed to touch, my nail polish bottles.
It was really the sound the got my attention. It was like a rescue airplane dropping gallons of water on a burning fire in California. The sound also scared my daughter so much she jumped up off the pot before she was actually done going and got it all over the bottoms of her pajamas and shoes.
The color, the smell, oh goodness she ate raisins today.
Between figuring out how to clean this catastrophe in the corner of my bathroom and pure shock that Charlie actually used the potty, I missed the tiger crouching down behind me on my bath mat. After cleaning out the potty and yelling congratulations to this little child, I turned just in time to catch her finish her poo all over my bathroom rug.
It was then we decided to take the second bath of the day.
So, whenever you think you have a bad case of the Mondays, just think, you could be cleaning multi-colored poop off the floor while chasing a pant-less toddler. Or you could borrow mine for a few hours.