Potty Training B

We bought B some pull-ups, told him that they were his big boy diapers and that from now on he would go potty in the toilet like M. He was very excited and didn't have one accident for the first two days of wearing his "big boy" underwear. B was proud, I was proud, and a little smug that this was going to be so easy. I figured I would remind him to use the toilet for a few more days and then he'd just be trained.

Ha! I should have known that things would not be so easy...especially when I got smug about it. Yesterday morning I took B to the bathroom before we left to go out, and he peed. A few minutes later, I reminded him that he was wearing "underpants" and that if he needed to go poo-poo or pee-pee he needed to tell me.

B looked up from playing and earnestly queried, "I no go poo-poo in my underwear, Mommy?"

"That's right, B." I responded, "If you have to go potty we need to go the bathroom."

"Mommy, then I need to go poo-poo right now," B declared.

So, I rushed B to the bathroom, placed him on the toilet and heard him say, "Uh, oh. Look!" And he pointed to the floor. "Mommy, I missed!"

The little pooper had crapped on the floor! But that's not even the worst part. There was a little heal print in the poop and B had some poop on his foot. I almost screamed in horror. OMG! How disgusting.

A good mommy probably would have washed him off and laughed about it. I am clearly NOT a good mommy. I ran for the Clorox wipes and disinfected his foot and the floor. I tried not to act grossed out, but come on. Is there anything more horrific than poop on the floor and on your son's foot?

B was unfazed and after it was all cleaned up, B said, "Mommy, I didn't poop in my underwear so can I have a sticker?"

Technically, he was right, so I gave him some stickers. Rewarded by default.