Monday, April 20, 2009
In a surprising turn of events, during the past few weeks Noah has really started to grasp the concept of using the potty. Some days he will tell me all day when he has to go and I start to (hopefully, joyfully) think that I will only need to be washing diapers for one baby from now on. Other days, he's not into it and he just wants to wear a diaper all day.We had a Parents as Teachers visit last week, and Noah peed in the potty in our living room just as our lady was pulling into our driveway. Since she was about to walk in the door, I just closed the lid to the potty and reminded myself to dump it out after she left. About halfway through our visit, we were sitting on the floor chatting. Her folder of papers was open on the floor behind her. Before I caught on to what he was doing, Noah picked up his potty, tilted it, and started to walk across the floor. I jumped up to grab it from him but not before the pee all dribbled out exactly all over the papers on the floor. Great. Because who doesn't love to go visit someone and have their stuff get peed on? When our visit was almost over and I was still trying to recover from the initial embarassment, I got up to go get my calendar to schedule our next visit. At that moment, Noah came racing down the hall and skidded into the living room. Determined to show off his lack of potty related social skills, he had apparently pooped and then removed his diaper. He plopped down on the floor next to our visitor, oblivious to the poop smeared all down his legs. Wonderful. Before we could attempt to schedule another appoinment, she grabbed up her stuff, quickly said, "I'll just call you," and escaped out the door. I'm sure she can't wait to come back!