Let's begin by listing places my son has peed (other than all over the floors, carpet, and couch):
-- on the neighbor's front porch
--on his booster seat at the table
--in Mommy and Daddy's shower
--inside a kitchen cabinet
--in Daddy's sneakers
Next, let me describe the events of his bath this morning. (Warning: very graphic and gross)
Thank goodness his sister's bath was over and she was out of the tub before I heard him grunt, "I am pooping." I was in disbelief of this since in 2 1/2 years, he has never pooped in the tub. Surely now that we are 7 weeks into potty-training, he is NOT doing it now, for the first time. Sure enough, as I turn the corner with his freshly diapered and dressed sister, I see a large poop floating in the tub.... and it is starting to disintegrate. I am frantically racking my brain as to how to deal with this issue as it worsens in front of my eyes. Having just returned from a long walk in the hot sun, my baby girl is tired and thirsty, but she is thrown quickly into her bouncer as I spring into action. Well, despite my best efforts to contain the poop, all 26 alphabet letters, the baby's bath seat, and the rubber mat on the tub floor (as well as the entire tub) had to be bleached, rinsed, bleached again..... Sigh.
Finally, I will share the adventures of taking him out to a children's museum in "big-boy underpants" earlier this week. Realizing that we will never advance our potty skills if we don't take the plunge and go out of the house in underpants, I decide that taking the kids to a children's museum is one of the safer options. On the way there, we discuss going on the potty at the museum, which we do, immediately upon arrival. I am very proud of how willing he is to sit on a public toilet (something he would not do a couple weeks ago), and this pride overshadows the fact that (because he is boy and he pees FORWARD), he still managed to get pee on his shorts and on Mommy. No worries -- I brought a change of clothes for him. As for me, whatever. And plus, since this was such a substantial pee, surely he won't have any accidents in the hour that we will be here. After changing into outfit #2, we enter one of the rooms at the museum, where both kids happily start playing. 10 minutes later.... "I made a mess." After changing him into outfit #3, he tells me that the incident occurred on the slide. I locate some Lysol disinfectant, spray it all over the slide, and warn him to wait before going on again, as it is wet. He, of course, does not wait and immediately tries running up the slide, only to fall and smack his face.
Meanwhile, my daughter has been playing in a safe baby area with some soft toys. After my son is settled back into playing, I look over to see that she has puked prunes all over the baby toys. Oh, and she does it again at another baby play area 20 minutes later.
My husband keeps asking me how I feel about baby #3.....