Potty Talk
Over Christmas Break, a friend pointed out that if Alexa is able to bring me her diaper changing supplies, and say, "I need my diaper changed." she might be ready to be potty trained. I won't lie, I was surprised. She's younger than Andrew was. I thought about it, but didn't do anything about it. Then one night she and I went to Target, where I bought myself some new underwear (you know I live excitement if I buy my drawers at Target. Poor Doug, he has a boring wife). Well, she had to have some underwear herself. She picked out Minnie Mouse pink underwear. I called my mother on the way home. I was sad. I just bought my baby big girl underwear. As soon as we got home, we had to put that underwear on. Yes. I put unwashed, but packaged, underwear on her. She wore it 10 minutes and peed everywhere. However, it was a starting point. It took her about a week and a half and then suddenly, just like that she got it.
However, I have laughed as I thought about the weirdo things I have been discussing lately. Everytime she sits on the potty, we discuss that Mommy, Daddy, and Andrew peepee inside. Gracie pee-pees outside. We've discussed that Mommy, Daddy, and Andrew wear big girl/boy underwear to school. We do a lot of cheering in the bathroom. A lot. "I PEED ON DA POTTY!!!!"
Yesterday was sort of the culmination of potty talk for me. So, I am at school. I teach a different level of student, and I have one that has a lot of bowel movement issues. Yesterday morning he had an accident, so I took him in the bathroom, where he changed, and dropped his soiled underwear into the plastic bag I was holding. Later in the day, we were in the gym playing kickball. One of my students, who normally is quite competitive was sitting out. I asked him what was up. He said, "I'm afraid I'll poo myself. My stomach hurts." I had to walk away. I laughed. Yes. I laughed. I had to. Folks, I deal with a lot of poop lately. Literally. Between students poop issues, cleaning up the dog's poop on our daily walks, and talking Alexa through pooping on the big girl potty, well . . . I'm about pooped! (hahahahaha- that's hillarious!!!!!!)
I think that's enough potty talk for one day. ;-)
However, I have laughed as I thought about the weirdo things I have been discussing lately. Everytime she sits on the potty, we discuss that Mommy, Daddy, and Andrew peepee inside. Gracie pee-pees outside. We've discussed that Mommy, Daddy, and Andrew wear big girl/boy underwear to school. We do a lot of cheering in the bathroom. A lot. "I PEED ON DA POTTY!!!!"
Yesterday was sort of the culmination of potty talk for me. So, I am at school. I teach a different level of student, and I have one that has a lot of bowel movement issues. Yesterday morning he had an accident, so I took him in the bathroom, where he changed, and dropped his soiled underwear into the plastic bag I was holding. Later in the day, we were in the gym playing kickball. One of my students, who normally is quite competitive was sitting out. I asked him what was up. He said, "I'm afraid I'll poo myself. My stomach hurts." I had to walk away. I laughed. Yes. I laughed. I had to. Folks, I deal with a lot of poop lately. Literally. Between students poop issues, cleaning up the dog's poop on our daily walks, and talking Alexa through pooping on the big girl potty, well . . . I'm about pooped! (hahahahaha- that's hillarious!!!!!!)
I think that's enough potty talk for one day. ;-)
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