Oh the joys...
of potty training. I'm warning you now, if you don't want to hear this...go back now! It's gross.
Kyle has been "potty training" (sort of) for several months now. Once I realized that I was training myself rather than him I backed off. He is capable of using the toilet, but being that he's still rather short he requires assistance. So technically, he is trained in that he will go if we put him on the toilet (in time), but he rarely tells us when he needs to go. Sometimes he surprises me and lets me know, but usually he doesn't. However, he did stay completely dry all day at Amy's last Thursday. Hooray! She's better about taking him all the time though...
On Sundays, our family takes naps. It's basically how we spend Sunday - church, lunch, nap. Katie fell asleep in my bed so I went up to her room to read and then fall asleep. Her room is nice and cold (and dark) so it's great for sleeping. Kyle usually goes to sleep around 12:45, but I could hear him playing for a while. I started to doze off around 1:45 when I he started yelling, "Mommy! Mommy!" I usually just let him yell for a few minutes, he gives up and then goes to sleep. But then, he really started screaming, "Mommy, I poop in my crib! I poop in my crib!" This too is not alarming because he doesn't like poop in his diaper so as soon as he starts to go he yells at me, "I going poop!" But, I got up to go check on him because who wants to sleep in a poopy diaper? Then he's screaming like a little girl, "Get it out! Get it out!" So I walk in there. He has thrown everything out of his crib (all pillows, blankets, stuffed animals). And he's standing there butt naked, clutching the side of his crib, trying to get away from it. Yes, he had taken his diaper off because he knew he had to go. So there it sits in the middle of his bed. Thank God for the "ultimate crib sheet". I still remember who gave those to me when I had Katie (Amy Raper - thank you!!!).














