Surviving day #4

By noon I was getting really excited that Lindsay had finally gotten the hang of peeing in the toilet.  She had taken herself there several times, proudly yelling to me each time she peed and wanting the reward for her efforts.  We had some wet spots in her panties, but she stopped herself and ran to the toilet!  Boy was I proud!

Little did I know, around 1 pm we started having problems.  We had a poop accident!  I was expecting one, but not today, she had been doing so well.  Ok, not my favorite, but it got cleaned up and we were thinking positive.  Something must have happened to Lindsay, the positive stopped reaching her after about 10 minutes and she had another poop accident!  To make matters worse she had blueberries yesterday, so it wasn't your average poop.

Lindsay was trying to be helpful so she took off the poopie panties and left them on the toilet.  She then walked her dirty behind to me on the other side of the house.  Speechless doesn't even begin to cover my feelings about this event.  It tool a little more clean up since she now had poop down both legs.  Luckily nothing landed on the floor, I checked closely!  PS. I don't get paid nearly enough for this job.

There were no other traumas today, thank heavens, just simple reminders that life is only going to get noisier and crazier from here.  For example, I was calling Lindsay and she didn't respond or come like she is supposed to.  After a few more calls I went looking for her.  I saw her run into my bathroom and then into the closet as she shut the door.  I'm not into games when I have an amateur running around in panties, the slightest bit of excitement can send out a stream and I'd cleaned up enough already today.

I asked her once more to please come here.  It took a minute, but she came out.  As she was walking towards me she had this surprised look on her face, her hands out and she said, "I thought I lost you mommy!"  Yeah, whatever kid.  Later this evening she came running to me and sternly asked, "What did you do with the remote?"  I had come to the computer to send Justin a quick message before he left on his flight and the TV show went to a commercial.  I don't know if she would have survived a few years ago prior to the invention of Tivo!

I sincerely hope that Courtney continues to be a sweet, mellow child.  I won't be able to handle two mini bosses in toddler bodies.  One big boss is plenty!  I'm beginning to think someone had the right idea of opening a service that did the dirty work for  you.  I'm all about letting someone else endure potty training week.  And it better only last a week...