You were warned.
Yesterday, my husband went to the grocery store to buy a few items. He picked up some mini shredded wheat cereal for himself. No problem there. If he wants to eat mini shredded
This morning, I woke up before both my husband and son. Shocker, I know! I snuck out of the house for some Saturday morning sanity (garage sale shopping). When I talked to them a little later in the morning, I found out that BOTH of them had enjoyed quite a few mini shredded wheats. A comment was shared that the little guy would probably give us one good package later today. Wonderful. Given that he has successfully gone poop in the potty for us a whole ONCE, well...each time he decides he needs to poop is a struggle for everyone involved.
I arrived home after naptime had been conquered and my husband swiftly left to go work out at the gym. His final words to me included: "He has only been asleep for 45 minutes." I quietly hauled my loot into the garage and slipped into the house...to hear a whailing boy. Great. Short nap. Ok, fine.
Where does the poop story start...oh...about....right HERE! After he had been up for about 10 minutes, I noticed he had a bloated belly about the same time he started announcing that he needed to poop. Up on the potty, nothing, down off the potty, put on underwear, I need to potty, back up on the potty, nothing, get down off the potty. Granted, all of this happened in about 90 seconds and I never left the side of the bathtub. He ran to his room because he wanted a pull up and because I am a
I cleaned up the boy and cleaned up the mess. I sanitized the floor, rug, toilet seat, and my hands/leg. By then, he had decided to put on a pull up. Don't be surprised that he once again started announcing that he needed to poop. Lovely. I tell him to go sit on the potty. I follow him in there. He stands right in front of the potty and whammo...right into his pull up. I didn't even have the chance to put him up on the potty. Ugh. He was crying and I wanted to cry and was already silently cursing my husband.
I think we are done. I may pelt my husband with mini shredded wheat when he gets home. And now I know what to feed my kid if he ever gets constipated. Fun, fun times!