For the past, ummmm, let’s see…carry the 2…4 months we’ve been potty training. We’ve had a lot of success in the potty area {except for the occasional “One Day I’ll Laugh” moments} but have struggled with pooping.
Literally. The kiddo actually managed to constipate himself. Not wanting to introduce laxatives and enemas into our daily life {like I don’t deal with enough poop the way it is} I just backed off. When he’s ready, he’s ready.
Right?
Three poop-filled pull-up months later {including a few weeks of a stomach bug, I’ll spare you the details} we’ve finally made a break through.
Since we began potty training, the kiddo has become a sleep pooper. Confused? Let me explain.
He poops two minutes after I lay him down for a nap.
He poops during his nap {Usually discovered by a lovely aroma drifting my way mid-nap. Do I wake him to clean him up? No. Way. In. Hell.}
He poops the second after we lay him down for bed time. Literally the second after.
OK, not literally. But you get my point.
This has been unbelievably frustrating. Because, I know, I KNOW, that he has to go. But he forces himself to hold it in, squeezes his little butt cheeks together until that pull-up is on. You know, just because he likes to poop in the pull-up.
Ga-ross.
But finally the poop switch has been flipped. I can now walk with my fellow mother’s of potty trained kids with my head held high. The kiddo is potty-trained and poop-trained.
{I hope, I hope, I hope}.
I’m not writing just to brag. Oh no, I’m writing this because I need to share something utterly important.
The size of his poop.
It’s amazing that something so large could come from such a relatively small body. In fact, Dad-oo was so impressed, he urged me to document the moment…
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Had you scared there for a second didn’t I?
Seriously though, how does something so large come from such a tiny body?
This Saturday is our 6th anniversary. I was going to write about our marriage, the ups and downs and inbetweens. But instead I decided to share this moment with you. As a gift to Dad-oo, who never in a million years thought I would blog about the size of the Kiddo’s poop. You know if must be love when I surrender my blog for his entertainment. Happy Anniversary!
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hahahaha Yay for poopin in the potty!
Amy
Oh my, I can relate. Miss D. was always constipated and thus, she became…the bath pooper. Which was way grosser than the sleep pooper. I’ll spare you the details.
Ohhh, this makes me so thankful for our LACK of pooping issues (for the most part). I can’t wait until she’s night-time potty trained. Saying goodbye to Pull-Ups (and a stinky trash can full of them) will be sooo nice!
Happy anniversary!
Ohhh, this makes me so thankful for our LACK of pooping issues (for the most part). I can’t wait until she’s night-time potty trained. Saying goodbye to Pull-Ups (and a stinky trash can full of them) will be sooo nice!
Happy anniversary!!!
I am always astounded by what comes out of those little bodies. Thank Dog that it goes in the toilet now instead of a diaper – that was the happiest day ever.
lol – that was a great post! Reminded me of the time my 2 year old son pooped in our neighbor’s front yard and then speared it with a stick heading toward our front door when I told him “poop goes in the potty”.
“NOOOOOOO!” Not this time, I meant next time….
He’s 6 now. It does end….
Love it.
I cried the first time my son pooped in the toilet. Real tears. What can I say? It’s a beautiful thing.
Oh my gosh! Too funny! My son was a total Sleep Pooper as well. My girls were fine with the pooping, but my son was a sleep pooper for months! And you know what I wasn’t even worried about seeing the poop- I am not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing- Ha!
He’s afraid to poop. It’s totally normal. They’re very attached to the solids that come out of them (and if I don’t mind saying so, men are especially attached, because they can’t give birth). Just give him time. He’ll do it. But I know it’s a real hassle waiting for it.
Such a funny post, and YES, I was scared I was going to get a good view!!! Feel free to link up to my “Walk With Me” post’s each week. They’re all about parenting
I was honestly scared to look … but that’s what motherhood can do to you … turn you in to a poop talking, recipe sharing, coupon saving woman. And I wouldn’t change my life for anything!!!
I saw your post on Nirvana Mamma and decided to drop by!
Love your blog site.
Thanks Karyn, I’m glad you stopped by! It was such an honor to post for Nirvana Mamma.