Potty antics
There is a huge difference in the way an adult uses the bathroom and the way an almost-two year old uses the bathroom. An adult goes into the bathroom, closes the door, does what they need to do. Then they wash their hands and leave the bathroom. The end.
The toddler, on the other hand. The toddler walks into your field of vision and just stands there, quivering with expectancy. (Or something.) You meet the toddlers impenetrable gaze as your mind races through the options: hungry? hurt? needs me? needs to pee? "Oh honey, do you need to sit on your potty?" you exclaim, encouraging said toddler to walk the final four steps to their potty and sit down.
"Whew," you think. Toddler is seated, all is well. But it ain't over yet.
Toddler then proclaims, "Poop!"
"Oh! Did you go poopy?" you ask.
Toddler gazes at you with a very odd look on her face.
"Oh, you're going now. You want me to leave you alone?"
Toddler nods.
"Ok!"
You leave and go into another room but you don't want to go far because that is just a recipe for poop-disasters of epic proportions. You peek in every few minutes only to be greeted by a stern glare and a nod from the toddler, who is BUSY, Mama! Finally as you are standing there waiting, suddenly the toddler runs helter skelter into you and she is covered in, you guessed it, poop. Well, covered is a bit of an exaggeration. This time. This time, she is only poop-covered on her hand and her knee. Why her hand and her knee? We will never know.
"Poop! Poop, Mommy, Bella poop!"
Frantically you wash the toddlers chubby little hands, and use a soapy washcloth to clean the knee, all the while thinking that you need to wipe that adorable toddler bottom and oh yeah, clean the potty full of poop. You dry her hands then run into the bedroom where her potty is and find; nothing, just a perfectly normal and not very scary potty with poop in it. "Whewwwwwwwww" you sigh, but you still have to wipe up the toddler bottom. Which you do, even though she cries when you do, which breaks your heart. Bella just hates it, darn it.
Toddler bottom clean? Check!
Toddler hands and body free of poop? Check!
Potty clean? Check!
Adult hands washed? Check!
Whew! Finally, the poopcapades are over. It only took about thirty minutes of the day away, no big deal right?
Until next time...