Poo Wars...

Yep, you heard right. We're having poo wars at my house. Joshua loves to poo...he must, because he announces his poo with a huge smile and eyes full of pride each time he goes. The problem isn't his prideful pooping. Not at all. The problem is his inability to put that poo in the potty. He'll gladly poo in his diaper. He'll poo on the floor (I have pictures!!!). Heck, I'm sure he'd be more than happy to poo in my hands if given the opportunity. But, much to my dismay, he has a complete and total aversion to poo in the potty. It's as if he experiences sphincter dysfunction when his little bottom hits the toilet! Allow me to elaborate with an example...

This afternoon we were at home. He grabbed his little bottom and said, "Poopy mommy!@!! Take poopy to potty!@!@!@!@!" And he ran to the bathroom, holding his bottom ll the way. (A hillarious sight, let me assure you:).) I frantically pull his pants and diaper off, wanting to make certain that my ineptness did not prevent this poop from entering the porcelain throne. I get his pants down, I put him on the pot (backwards, of course!), and he lets out a tumultous flatous (i.e., fart). He beems with pride as he informs me, "Done mommy. Sticker?" He gets a sticker every time he makes a deposit in the potty. And, no, his odious puff of gas did was not sticker worthy. I asked hiim if he was certain. He said yes. I put a diaper on him, and we had "the talk". The one where I tell him pee-pee and poopy go in the potty, not in our diaper. He smiled and agreed.

Imagine my suprise about ten minutes later when he got "the look" on his face. You know the one...a little bit suprise, a little bit anticipation, a whole lot red...yeah, that look. I asked him if he had pooped. He said, with absolute sincerity (which I have learned means nothing with a 2 year old), "No poopy mommy". I opened the top of his diaper, and there it was, a warm, almost steaming, rather large lump of fresh poo. AGAIN!!! I suppose a fart in the pot is progress, on some level any way. I just look forward to the day that poo goes in the pot...not the diaper, the floor, or any other non-traditional space:).