Poop in the Pool

Today is day two of serious potty training.  For months now Carter has refused to wear “big boy underwear” and even went so far to get quite upset when anyone ever called him a big boy.  He was a Little Big Boy.

Our little big boy.

He wore diapers and was happy with that.  Yesterday after waking up dry he sat successfully on the toilet and did not say a word when the underwear was put on.  It was like he had been wearing them his whole life.  It was a rather uneventful day.  We stayed home and I had mild to moderate heart palpitations every time he sat still for more than five seconds or did anything to make me think he had to go.  He had one accident and it was outside.  We did have some errands to run when Husband came home so I bended the “once in underwear, never a diaper in the day again” rule, popped him into a diaper and off we went.  Our errands completed, we found this wonderful little neighborhood cafe and stayed for dinner.  Wonderful.

When the boys were not looking Husband ordered a large chocolate chip cookie that we shared once the boys were tucked safely in bed.

I was feeling a bit cocky when I woke up this morning, day two and only one accident.  We had a busy day ahead of us.  Cody has physical therapy in the pool at our local YMCA every other Friday followed with more therapy at the clinic, a free session, called “Boys Club”.  Today was one of those Fridays.  We woke up a bit late and by the time breakfast was done we had 20 minutes to make it out the door.  Oh, and we were all still in our pjs.  These are the times when I don my superwoman cape and make things get done. 

Fast forward to swimming in the pool.  Things are going great until one of the lifeguards starts poking around in the pool with a net.  I think that those of you with children know what that is all about.  For the record the forced mass exodus of the pool was not due to either of my children, thank God! 

And that is how my morning has played out.  How has yours been?  The rest of the day should be a breeze barring any unmentionable accidents.  There will be some outdoor play and general dicking around in our 1 acres woods.  We may hunt for the ever elusive Snipe who lives in our forest.

Yup, looks just like that!

  We wait for Husband/Pappa to get home and for the clock to read 5.  That is the magic time on  Friday night when we settle down for our weekly tradition of Pizza and Movie Night.  Hope you all have a wonderful night, whatever you decide to do.

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I am an elementary school teacher, a former microbiologist, a mom to a herd of two boys, and a grilled cheese sandwich and beer connoisseur.
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