Squooshy, screaming poo
Jake is still -- as Mamaw so excellently put it -- "poop hoarding". Today I understand why. He really, really, really wants to use the big boy potty and is hyper-aware of dooking in his diaper. Well, of dooking anywhere, really.
At his vehement suggestion, we let him wearing big-boy underpants all morning long. He asked to go pee on the Big Potty, and did so successfully three times, each time standing up on his stool so he could be just like brother. After that, his efforts kind of disintegrated. It's hard when there's so much to distract you, I know. For example, when you're playing hide-and-seek and you're tucked away in a closet, you kind of give yourself away by alerting someone to help you get to the pot. Regardless, each time he peed in his pants, which wasn't a whole lot, he would come and tell me and then pee out the rest on the potty. I was seriously impressed.
But the poop part was just awful to watch. When he really didn't have to go poop, he would happily sit on the throne and let me exercise my vocal chords reading the Karen Katz omnibus. When he did, there was NO WAY he was sitting on that or any potty, nor was he going to poop in that or any other diaper. Poop is gross, yes, I can understand. I've joked with him about his stinky smelly poo since he began eating solid food, so I can see how he thinks that keeping all this poop away from the light, away from his precious bum-skin might be a solution. But it is not.
And then there's the stool softener. Not what it does to him, but rather my increasing frustration with trying to get regular doses of it in his gut. He's a bit like his mother, in that he prefers to sip his beverages in a long-term fashion. If I spike his apple juice with his required dose of stool softener, 9 times out of 10 he'll drink from the glass a couple of times and then forget it exists. The only time I've yet gotten a full dose in him was when I mixed it in his Spaghettios for Wednesday's lunch. What little does get in his body seems to be working, because his poops today were accompanied by blessedly abbreviated screaming compared to what we experienced earlier this week.
Which is good, but doesn't really help me understand how to fix the problem at its root. Does he want to potty train, or doesn't he? My gut feeling, from my one other experience in this matter, is that he is physically ready. He's even waking up from naps and the Big Sleep dry at times. My wallet would be so thrilled to quit throwing money away on diapers, especially as we enter swim season. But how do I convince him that he needs to go poop? That part I've forgotten.
At his vehement suggestion, we let him wearing big-boy underpants all morning long. He asked to go pee on the Big Potty, and did so successfully three times, each time standing up on his stool so he could be just like brother. After that, his efforts kind of disintegrated. It's hard when there's so much to distract you, I know. For example, when you're playing hide-and-seek and you're tucked away in a closet, you kind of give yourself away by alerting someone to help you get to the pot. Regardless, each time he peed in his pants, which wasn't a whole lot, he would come and tell me and then pee out the rest on the potty. I was seriously impressed.
But the poop part was just awful to watch. When he really didn't have to go poop, he would happily sit on the throne and let me exercise my vocal chords reading the Karen Katz omnibus. When he did, there was NO WAY he was sitting on that or any potty, nor was he going to poop in that or any other diaper. Poop is gross, yes, I can understand. I've joked with him about his stinky smelly poo since he began eating solid food, so I can see how he thinks that keeping all this poop away from the light, away from his precious bum-skin might be a solution. But it is not.
And then there's the stool softener. Not what it does to him, but rather my increasing frustration with trying to get regular doses of it in his gut. He's a bit like his mother, in that he prefers to sip his beverages in a long-term fashion. If I spike his apple juice with his required dose of stool softener, 9 times out of 10 he'll drink from the glass a couple of times and then forget it exists. The only time I've yet gotten a full dose in him was when I mixed it in his Spaghettios for Wednesday's lunch. What little does get in his body seems to be working, because his poops today were accompanied by blessedly abbreviated screaming compared to what we experienced earlier this week.
Which is good, but doesn't really help me understand how to fix the problem at its root. Does he want to potty train, or doesn't he? My gut feeling, from my one other experience in this matter, is that he is physically ready. He's even waking up from naps and the Big Sleep dry at times. My wallet would be so thrilled to quit throwing money away on diapers, especially as we enter swim season. But how do I convince him that he needs to go poop? That part I've forgotten.
posted by Claire at 10:00 PM
2 Comments:
I just gotta ask--is he trying to sit on the little people potty, or do the Big Boy poop, like his bro in the big potty? I still cannot understand HOW Isaac can go on the big people potty to do that job. You and Chris always did your think on the little potty until you were tall enough to go the big people potty yourself.
Do you think he might relax enough on the little potty. Can you fit it in the bathroom close to the big potty?
Good luck with it--I'm glad it's going better with the softener.Meemaw
Hi Meemaw -- the deal is that he will go pee on either his little potty or the Big Potty, with a strong preference for the Big Potty. He will sit down to "poop" until he actually has to go, at which point he will sit nowhere. What do I do about that?
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