You guys. I love blogging. I really, really do. I mean, to think I can post some nonsense about poop and not only have other moms not judge me for diapering my 3.25 year old so he'll just shaddup and poop already, but make me feel BETTER about it? And I tell you what, I feel about a bajillion times better after reading through the previous poopy post comments. Because, for real, here I was thinking I was the only one with a half-trained kid! I appreciate every one of your comments - both the commiserating ones and the helpful tip ones.
Now for the big (huge stinky gross) news .... I WON! This round, anyway. If you want to actually call it winning when the prize is, well, a turd. The kids and I were taking Christmas tree pictures tonight when Mister A suddenly got this panicky look on his face that I just KNEW meant the poo was a'coming, one way/place or another, so it was time to MOVE. I tossed my camera on the couch, grabbed the boy up, thanked God he was in easy-to-remove zippy pajamas as I stripped them off mid-run, and plunked him on the potty. Where he POOPED. You better believe there were some major festivities right there in that powder room. Sister, puppy, mommy .... we made him feel like a very big special man.
We'll see what tomorrow (and the next day and the next) bring. I will confess that I spiked a glass of apple juice with laxative this afternoon, so I'm sure that helped get things moving and upped his urgency a bit. But hey, still, he did it! We'll be sticking with the diaper ban 'round these parts, I think.
Thanks, friends. I love you all for making me feel better about stressing over poop.