The last couple of weeks have been
crazy, but one of the most memorable days of the last few weeks was last
My four year old has been potty trained for over a year now.
Yes, it took until he was three years old to get him where he is now. Thank God
for potty training grandmas.
back to the incident. I'm off on Tuesdays and Fridays. Those are my "house
wife, stay at home mom days." I was cleaning up the front room and Mason jumps
over the couch yelling, "I have to go potty! My response was as it always is,
"pee pee or boo boo." His response as it always is, "pee pee."
continue to clean and start to realize that he's taking a little longer than it
takes to pee pee. "Mason," I yell, "are you boo booing,?" "no." I continue
cleaning and he comes back into the front room. About 15 minutes later he comes
over by me, and I see a brown spot on his pants. I bend down to give the spot a
sniff, and of course it was boo boo. I asked him, why he didn't tell me to come
help him wipe his butt. "I don't want you to wipe my butt." I go into the
bathroom and low and behold, there was boo boo in the toilet. Not only was it
in the toilet, it was finger smeared on the wall and on the door. I smelled his
hands and yep, it was there too.
"Oh My God, Mason!" Was my response,
and yes I was truly calling on God at the time. Thank God for Bleach Spray and
I explained to Mason, that he still needs help wiping his
butt, and he understood. The next day, when he went to the potty. I got a
call, "Mom....... I'm finished."