Mind Your Pees and Poos!

Today I was peed and pooed out. First, Hannah tells me, after peeing in a pull-up that she "just had an accident". Oh, really? This, from the kid who has never peed on a potty in her life. But now that she sits on one, she thinks she's potty trained, so any pee in the diaper clearly qualifies as an accident. Don't ask where she even picked up that lingo. It must be from one of the many stories we've read about every other child on the planet who is already potty trained. Then, after I distinctly smell something suspicious coming from someone's diaper, I ask if she's pooed her pants. Her reply: "No, mom. I don't do that. I poo in the potty now." And with a tone that suggests I'm partially insane for even suggesting she might have gone in her diaper. Don't I know she uses the potty? If she knew how, she would have rolled her eyes and dismissed me with a toss of her head. Great. She thinks she done with the training and she hasn't even really started.

Next, Jacob. After his bath tonight, he pulled off his towel, walked over to the door and peed on the floor. I cleaned it up and went to pick him up to put a diaper on. As I was reaching for him, I realized he was, at that very moment, pooing on the floor! I very awkwardly carred him to the change table with poo dangling precariously from his bottom. I cleaned him up and asked Hannah, half-jokingly, if there was any poo on the floor. Oh, yes. In her words, "Yup. He did an ice-cream cone poo." Just for the record, she also likes to describe certain poos as "snowmen poo", which they actually do sort of resemble.

Regardless of size, shape, or colour, I have had enough of pee and poo for one day. Whether in a diaper or not, none of it is happening where it should be!