Adventures in Pottytraining, Part II
So...Josiah is doing pretty well with the pottytraining, and by "pretty well" I mean that he has been dry for about a week. Meaning that I have been on top of things in terms of getting him to the potty on a regular basis. He still hasn't grasped the mind-blowing concept of feeling the urge and then telling Mommy that he has to GO! Apparently, that is like calculus and we're still in advanced algebra here.
When I picked him up from school yesterday he was wearing his spare outfit, so I knew that something messy and/or wet had occured. The school requires me to pack him a spare outfit in case lunch or art gets especially carried away...or he has an accident. Last week he was in just his spare pants. This week, it was the complete spare outfit and he didn't have shoes on, so I knew whatever had happened was on a grander scale. Sure enough, his teacher comes right up to me with a big grin on her face and says that she got sprayed and Josiah's clothes all got wet, including his shoes.
Apparently, they don't take "preventive measures" when they sit the boys down to potty. At home, I handle this problem myself with one finger, but we haven't shown Joe how to "control the hose", as Hans likes to put it. I figure that it's enough that he is able to pull down his pants, sit and make the potty. We'll work on the fine tuning later on. But after the overspray at school last week, we are now working hard core on the "fine tuning".
Cut to this morning, when I sat him down, took his hand, put his finger on it and let him go. We both ended up getting sprayed. Sissy is innocently milling around by the tub while I am biting my tongue trying not to curse, picking Joe up with his pull-up and pajamas around his ankles and putting his hands and my hands under the faucet. As I'm deep-breathing, I get this weird feeling...and sure enough, turn around and there's Sissy happily playing splashy-puddle in Joe's potty!
This is when you know you're in over your head...! When you're covered with toddler pee, with one kid tripping around with his pants around his ankles and the other one crying because Mommy's exclamation of shock was especially loud and reverberant and she didn't appreciate getting snatched away from the fun puddle.
Sheesh! All I can say is thank God for disinfectant wipes.
When I picked him up from school yesterday he was wearing his spare outfit, so I knew that something messy and/or wet had occured. The school requires me to pack him a spare outfit in case lunch or art gets especially carried away...or he has an accident. Last week he was in just his spare pants. This week, it was the complete spare outfit and he didn't have shoes on, so I knew whatever had happened was on a grander scale. Sure enough, his teacher comes right up to me with a big grin on her face and says that she got sprayed and Josiah's clothes all got wet, including his shoes.
Apparently, they don't take "preventive measures" when they sit the boys down to potty. At home, I handle this problem myself with one finger, but we haven't shown Joe how to "control the hose", as Hans likes to put it. I figure that it's enough that he is able to pull down his pants, sit and make the potty. We'll work on the fine tuning later on. But after the overspray at school last week, we are now working hard core on the "fine tuning".
Cut to this morning, when I sat him down, took his hand, put his finger on it and let him go. We both ended up getting sprayed. Sissy is innocently milling around by the tub while I am biting my tongue trying not to curse, picking Joe up with his pull-up and pajamas around his ankles and putting his hands and my hands under the faucet. As I'm deep-breathing, I get this weird feeling...and sure enough, turn around and there's Sissy happily playing splashy-puddle in Joe's potty!
This is when you know you're in over your head...! When you're covered with toddler pee, with one kid tripping around with his pants around his ankles and the other one crying because Mommy's exclamation of shock was especially loud and reverberant and she didn't appreciate getting snatched away from the fun puddle.
Sheesh! All I can say is thank God for disinfectant wipes.
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But ya gotta remember, I've spent the last 10 or so years building up an immunity to the horror of dealing with kids and body fluids.
I never knew fun until I walked in on a bathroom redecorated in poop, or tried to dispose of a puke covered computer keyboard amidst 30 grossed out second graders.
Why, oh why, do they always puke forward?! Never to the side.
Kids are just gross. Good thing they're so durn cute.
Potty training is a whole different beast in Italy ... not many toilets around ... sometimes just a hole in the ground ... never TP or a seat. Of course, we could always teach the boys to be like Italian men ... just pull over and go right there on the side of the autostrade.