Poopy Patrol

Potty! This is a common theme in our house these days. Little bean is on the verge of being a new member of the potty pros. By verge I mean, every once in a while, we score, the aim is spot on and BAM!!! Into the toilet it goes.  The rest of the time, like today, not so much. 

Today. Ahhhh I do so love a good story.  Today, little bean was incredibly upset at the prospect of putting on a new diaper. "No Dipe, No dipe!" How can any mom not cave under that sort of pressure. So, ok, no dipe but tell mommy if you need to use the potty. OK. Book? Sure, no problem. Lets read a book together.  Halfway through "new hat" (which means the new cat in the hat book we got from Nana and Grampa) little bean decides a change is in order so marches over to choose a new book.  Ahhhh, a moment to catch my breath as the book case does the entertaining for a moment. 

Oh wait, what's this? "Uh-Oh" a puddle.  Yep, little bean peed and it didn't just hit the floor. Oh no, it got on toys, feet, toy box, it was a MESS! Ahh well, par for the course right? Every single parent in the history of potty training parents has endured a puddle. No big deal, just hold tight little bean and we will wipe it away.  You can sit on the potty in the mean time.  As I book it to the cleaning cabinet to grab my ever present disinfectant and clean up the soggy mess, little bean decided to venture off and find a new adventure.  In the bathroom (our kiddo potty was sitting on the floor in the bedroom so as to make it easy access). It took me 2.4 seconds to realize I better go investigate the quiet. I find little bean waving into the toilet saying bye-bye. Holy Canoli!!!! Kiddo just hopped up on the real potty and pooped in there. Wowser! As I step in for a closer investigation and to cheer little bean on...yep, you guessed it. That warm, squishy sensation under my foot was not a welcome feeling.  Oh there was poop in the potty for sure but not before it landed on the floor to! AAAHHHHhhhhhhhh, gross. So, I plop bean onto the potty once again and start frantically grabbing for wipes to unstick my stuck foot and I look down to notice that I am not alone in my squishy toed adventure.  Oh no, little bean has POOP everywhere from the waist down! Awesome. 

Into the bathtub we go (sadly we were in the half bath and had to venture through a bedroom and down the hall to the main bathroom but with some fancy footed heal stepping and me carrying little bean out in front of me like a toxic waste specimen we made it without incident) and we proceeded to clean the poopy mess.  If time, grace and precision were being scored we totally would have won at least bronze if pooping were an Olympic event.  Lesson learned, make sure business is totally complete before beginning operation clean up.

Lets hope for a less poopy adventure on our next potty break!

Best of luck to all of my potty training comrades.