We are well into the adventures of potty training around here! Honestly, this is the thing that terrifies me about having a third at this point: another one to potty train. Bo is doing well, and he's got it pretty much figured out. With the exception of a rare accident he's going on the potty or asking to go on the potty all the time. He's an underwear wearing fool!
He cannot, however, seem to overcome his fear of pooping in the potty. [Sorry, that's the nicest way I could think of to put it!] There's just some mental block keeping him from putting it all together.
Today, we had a breakthrough, well, sort of. I put Bo down for his nap [in a pull-up.]. He keeps the pullup dry 95% of the time, but for that extra 5%...let's just say it saves me a little bit of laundry! Shortly after putting him down, I heard the toilet flush. This was not a good sign considering we had JUST gone in the potty. I head back to his room...no Bo. I check the bathroom...no Bo. And just then he comes running out of my room, naked. As he rounds the corner back to his bed, I notice a bit of unfinished business hanging on to his naked cheeks.
Uh, oh. There's poop and no pull-up. I try to keep it together.
He and I head to the bathroom and I get him cleaned up and then ask the dreaded question.
"Bo, where's your pull-up."
"I flushed the poo-poo mommy."
Now, there's no pull-up in the potty, so I ask again. Bo goes running off and as I follow him down the hallway he comes running out of my room with the pull-up. And yes, it was empty and wet. He had obviously dropped the pull-up in the potty to get the poop out, flushed the poop and put the pull-up in mommy and daddy's trash can. Where else would it go?
He got back in the bed and promptly fell asleep, but I'm now worried I'm going to find some renegade piece of poop on the floor...somewhere...anywhere.
I should be proud, right? He finally understands that the poop goes in the potty. Now if he could just figure out how to get it there the first time...