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A Little Bit of Sanity and A Lot of Chaos: Potty Training Jack

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Potty Training Jack

Disclaimer: I'm not writing this post to make fun of my son. Really, I'm not. I just want to have it documented so that when he is 16, and being a pain in the butt, I can threaten to tell his girlfriend about this and he won't think I'm lying.

Porter was potty trained in a week. He was also three years old. Jack, who is 2 1/2, is just getting the hang of being potty trained after five months of trying. When Gus was born, I was ready to have Jack out of diapers. Changing two kids in diapers was a killer! And expensive, so we decided to give it a try. He ran around the entire summer without any pants/underwear on. He peed in the grass, in bushes, parking lots, nearly everywhere. He had trouble with pooping. Did not want to get rid of it in the toilet. It finally caught on after we bought him a truck, but there were many days that he would save it all up and go in his pull-up either at nap or at night. What a mess. He finally caught on and had not gone in his pull-up for quite some time. Yippee for Jack!

THEN. Jack sometimes naps in the guest bed because he and Porter talk and talk and talk....And he was napping in the pack-n-play so that he would not get out of bed and play. Well. He figured out how to get out of the pack-n-play, so we were struggling with that on top of the pooping thing. So, several weeks ago Jack was failing to nap and I could hear him moving around, but I left him because he was quiet. When nap time was over I went into the room. I could not push the door open because there was a bench in the way. I went in there and found a couple things moved around. I could smell something stinky, so I thought he went in his pull-up, when I got him out of the pack-n-play his pull-up was on backwards and it was dry....Then I noticed a basket full of books, and one of the books was sticking out. I reached down and tried to put the book away, but it would not fit. There was something inside, so I put it on the floor and opened it up. GUESS WHAT I FOUND!?!? Just guess! Jack, my good little boy left me a surprise. Not in his pull-up, but in a book instead! I couldn't do much but laugh. And laugh. And laugh. And then I took a picture of it and sent it to Tom.

I couldn't get mad at the little dude, because he had the wits to one, not poop in his pull-up, two, close the book and try and put it back, three, put his pull-up back on, and four, get back in the pack-n-play and wait for me to come and get him. Seriously. This is not a made up story. This is my life.

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Blogger Girly Stuff said...

Mine ate some once. So I called poison control. He is in their database as "kid who ate his poop!" hahahaha! They are going to kill us one day for all of this embarassment!

December 6, 2009 at 10:26 PM  
Blogger Katie Olthoff said...

I am stalking your blog - reading all the posts backwards for my entertainment, and this one is THE BEST! Too funny!

February 24, 2010 at 8:51 PM  

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