My friend, April, has a blog (which is kind of how I started writing mine in the first place, because I was so inspired) and has mentioned several times how her son, Riza, has pooped in the bathtub. She hasn't mentioned several times about one pooping incident, each time is a separate pooping incident. Needless to say, it seems to me the warm water does something for him because he poops in the tub a lot. Every time I just laugh. I am one of those lucky people who's children have never pooped in the bathtub. Maybe once, but if so I don't remember, and I think I would remember that monumental occasion and I really don't. Of course, my memory stinks so I could be wrong. But as far as I'm concerned, if I don't remember it, it didn't happen. I digress. I say lucky because there's really no skill of parenting involved. It's not like good parents' kids don't poop in the bathtub and bad parent's kids do. This is just one of the few things I have been lucky with.
That does not mean I don't have my own pooping stories to tell. There's the one where Andy was an infant and his poop shot about six feet across the room. That's Charlie's favorite story and he wasn't even there. I have more frustrating poop stories centered around potty training with Sarah that I care to remember. The other day with Amanda, however, takes the cake.
If you remember, and really how could you forget something so crazy, I have been doing cloth diapers with Amanda and EC (Elimination Communication, aka infant potty training). I love the cloth diapers and wish I had done it with all of my kids, really, but that's not part of this story. The EC is. The other night we were getting the kids ready for bed, so I took Amanda to the bathroom before I put on her bedtime diaper. She pooped, which was fantastic, because she's been on a little pooping strike since August. I guess it's very common, at least my other EC friends have told me so, that around this age babies like to show their power and will refuse to stop going on the toilet. She was doing it like a champ in August, and then stopped. She's been great with the peeing, but not so much on the pooping. Way more than you want to know.
So in the last couple of weeks she's finally coming around with the pooping in the toilet again. Yay! That means a lot less dirty diapers. After she pooped, I set her down and remembered that all the overnight diapers were in the dryer, and I would have to go downstairs to get one. I told her to go find Daddy and went down to get a diaper. Charlie was doing something in the game room so wasn't really paying attention to Amanda at the moment. I came back maybe two minutes later, it wasn't that long. I found her in Andy and Sarah's room with poop all down her leg. Ahhh! I scooped her up, and yelled for Charlie to find the poop while I plopped her in the tub and washed her off. She had done a lot of damage in those short two minutes. Of course all the pooping had been done in our bathroom. Remember, the bathroom that still has carpet on it because we haven't taken the time to get it tiled? The one that Andy puked on just a couple of weeks ago? Ugh.
This time I remembered what to do. I told Charlie to go get the corn starch that I had stocked up on after Andy puked. While I dressed the baby he covered all the spots with corn starch. Unfortunately, Amanda rarely has solid poop. It's usually very soft and this particular evening was kind of runny, so there were several spots on the bathroom floor. No worries, we'd vacuum up that corn starch before we went to bed and all would be good. Except later that night we realized that funny sound we'd been hearing in our vacuum was a broken belt and we'd need to get a new one before we could vacuum up all the corn starch. Unbelievable. Fortunately it was Friday night so Charlie and Amanda went out to get a new belt the next morning.
Before that trip to the vacuum store, however, I slipped up one more time. I had just taken Amanda to the bathroom and she had pooped, again. This time of course it was more solid and would have been easy to clean up off our bathroom floor, but was sitting where it was supposed to be in the toilet. Charlie told me no more commando and went upstairs to get a diaper. I let Amanda down and told her to go wait for Charlie at the bottom on the steps. She did, but as Charlie came down the stairs not 30 seconds later he noticed that she had peed on the floor. Are you kidding me? I couldn't believe it. Again, while I got her diaper on he cleaned up the floor. Oh, how I love my husband. What is up with that kid? The last couple of days I have made her sit for an extra minute or two before I let her down just to be sure she is totally done, because obviously things are moving a little slow down there.
The good thing is, the corn starch worked. It didn't get all the stains out but they did come out with the special floor cleaner the professionals left the last time they came. It did work by removing all evidence of smell and all accompanying liquid. So now you know.
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