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We are still working on potty training Jacob. He can go in the toilet and knows he should go in the toilet, but gets so busy or involved that he doesn’t want to go in the toilet. For him he only goes if he feels like it – which is more often not, unfortunately.
Yesterday I had just finished cleaning up a stinky when the phone rang. It was a woman I had talked with last week about starting piano lessons. She had called to schedule a lesson time with me (yay!). I sent Jacob off to use the toilet and get dressed and began to talk with the woman on the phone.
A few minutes into the conversation Jacob ran up to me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him triumphantly hold up a ziploc bag and declare, “I did it!”
Still trying to schedule the piano lessons I turned my attention on Jacob and saw that the ziploc bag had a fair quantity of yellow water in.
It suddenly hit me as I took the bag from him what I was holding – A ziploc baggy of pee!
Instead of running to the toilet he had peed in a baggy. I ended up spending the rest of my phone conversation holding a baggy of pee up over my head with Jacob jumping around me trying to get it back. I barely managed to finish my conversation in a dignified manner before hanging up and calling Paul.
“You’ll never believe what I am holding in my hand right now,” I told him and broke down in laughter.
I wasn’t kidding when I mentioned that Jacob lives up to the word on the back of his shirt. We’ve often joked about nicknaming him Tsunami. 🙂 Well here are two Tsunami stories:
I was down to the wire. If I had any hope of getting dinner ready on time I had to get things started now. I had decided on a delicious dinner of Russian chicken served over rice. I grabbed the rice cooker, put in my rice and water and turned the cooker on. I went on about my business helping kids with homework and chores while I waited for the chicken to finish thawing.
It wasn’t long after when I smelled something that resembled burning rubber. Groaning to myself, I was sure it had to be something wrong with the vacuum Dorothy was using, and I walked into the living room. As soon as I walked in, the smell vanished. Puzzled I went back towards the kitchen. The smell was even stronger now. I approached the rice cooker, and with each step the smell increased. I was becoming increasingly worried, after all, the rice cooker is fairly new and was a special present from my husband. I opened the lide to the cooker and and the burnt rubber smell overwhelmed me. I yanked out the plug and pulled out the metal bowl with the water and rice in it. My nose took a brutal beating and my children fled the kitchen holding their breath.
I peered down into the bottom of the cooker and spied the culprit – half hiding beneath the center heating element was a partially melted rubber eraser. I managed to extricate it with a pair of tongs. Thankfully no damage was done to my dependable rice cooker. And, my little Tsunami confessed during interrogation.
We have been working with Jacob on becoming potty trained – he currently wears pull-ups during the day to make it easier for him to go potty. The one draw back is that he will often discard his pull-up into the bathroom garbage. Even though it is only just wet (and not stinky) the smell can still pack a wallop, so we empty it frequently.
Tonight was garbage night, so Paul was making the rounds through the house gathering everything up to haul outside. When he got to the kids’ bathroom the smell was especially strong. He went to empty the garbage can and saw about half an inch of pee in the bottom of the can. Apparantly Jacob has been peeing in the garbage rather than the toilet.
*Sigh* Such a boy thing to do…
My lovely little Tsunami.
None of my children have ever potty trained at an early age, and yes, I consider 2 to be an early age. Elizabeth and Dorothy were so close in age that they kind of fed off each other and seemed to take forever to get the hang of the toilet thing. Emily was almost trained at just over 2 1/2 when Jacob was born and that threw a wrench into that business.
Jacob, however, has been a surprise to me. For quite a long time he has told us when his diaper is stinky (none of my girls really ever did that) and lately he tells me his diaper is stinky when he has just wet it. Today however was a great breakthrough that makes me think it is time to dig that potty chair out of the chaos of our garage.
I was sitting in my chair reading (I have a nasty horrible cold, thank you Jacob, and decided to be lazy and rest in hopes of making it go away sooner) when the little tyke came up to me and patted me on the leg. “I stinky” he said as I looked up from my book.
His face was red and somewhat strained, no question as to the business he was working on right then.
“Did you go stinky?” I asked as the strong aroma floated my way.
“Yes,” he says and points to his bottom. “Stinky.”
It was the first time he has ever told me before/during the act. I know it is a little silly to blog about, but all of you moms who have gone through the trial of potty training, will appreciate my joy, as I think he might be ready, before I even imagined. Once he is trained it will be the first time in 8 years that I haven’t had a kid in diapers. WOOHOO! (Now, that is a cause for celebration, if ever I heard one. Bring on the potty!)