Poopus Interruptus
We had a 9 a.m. soccer game Saturday, the last game of the season. You know how in college you’ll do anything to avoid having classes before 10 a.m.? Well, our fall soccer schedule had us completely spoiled because most of the games were at 1:30. Any way, we were about to head out the door just in the nick of time until I got a whiff of Amelia’s morning poop. I sent the hubby and Caitlin on to the soccer field without us because on a clean up scale of 1 to 10 I knew this one was going to be a 10. And she did not disappoint.
I have yet to work with Amelia on potty training, although the potty doubles as a stool (ha! stool! ha!) in our bathroom. She’s only 19 months old and at daycare they won’t start working with her on going potty (I believe there should be a special place in Heaven for daycare teachers who have to potty train and enforce hand washing with a classroom of toddlers) until she moves to the 2-year-olds’ classsroom. So some time next year I’ll start talking up the potty like gangbusters. Potty! Go potty! Yippeee! Good girl! I found with Caitlin that the peer pressure of her friends wearing big girl undies really helped. But for now we’ll continue to provide our local landfill with enough dirty diapers to fill a small swimming pool. And besides, right now I can use the poopus interruptus excuse if we are running late. See there are benefits to your child not being potty trained.
