Potty Training Progress

Disclaimer: This post is full of poop.  If you don't like hearing about poop, or even the word "poop" maybe skip this one and come back tomorrow.  ;D

Although I introduced Matthew to the potty at around 2 1/2 his interest level was low, so I didn't push him.  When he turned 3 I really got into the whole potty training thing and put him in big boy underwear for a week and voila!  One potty trained preschooler ready to go!  During the day, anyway.  He still hasn't had a dry night, and let me tell you, those overnight underwear are expensive.  I've been told this can be normal up to age seven... argggg!!

But I'm not really here to talk about Matt right now... I want to talk about Lucas!  Lucas got a potty for Christmas last year (isn't Santa the bomb?) and I would sit him on it every now and then, when I thought of it, but again, I was in no rush.  He showed a lot more interest in it that Matt ever did, so pretty soon I was encouraging him to pee in his potty after every diaper change.  And usually he did pee, even if it was just a little bit.  Lately I've ditched the potty.  Now I sit him on the big toilet seat after every diaper change.  He's not intimidated or scared of falling in at all, and actually prefers the bare seat to covering it with his detachable potty cushion.  Sometimes he'll tell me he wants to go potty and we'll rush to the bathroom.  He hasn't told me quite on time yet, but when he does tell me, there's only a little in the diaper, and he finishes on the toilet.  Pretty good for the totally lazy laid-back approach we're taking. 

What Goes In Must Come Out

Moms of younglings, question: Why is it people think we are obsessed with poop? Answer: We talk about it all the time! We don't even realize we do it. We are, on a daily basis, up close and personal with our kids' business ends. We know when there's a difference in color, texture, or smell. And it's our job to figure out what causes these changes. So we conjecture aloud to whoever happens to be near.
My husband complains that I'm either comparing our baby's poop to food or I'm talking about it while he's trying to eat (or both at the same time!). I don't even realize it. Half the time I need to change a stinky diaper I'm in the middle of a meal myself. If it grossed me out as much as it did him, I'd definitely be a few pounds lighter.
I have seen shades of green and yellow I never knew existed. I've seen green so unnaturally neon that for days I watched for emerging super powers. I've seen chunks of fruit come out exactly the same way they went in (a sure sign he wasn't quite ready, I think). I have even seen a strand of my own hair that I had to finish pulling out.
Yes, when you're the mother of a child in diapers poop sure does become a bigger part of your life. And talking about it is inevitable.