Potty Humor

The little fellow has a diaper rash. It hasn't gone away with the regular diaper rash cream. I'm blaming it on summer fruit for the moment, so no need to visit the pediatrician at this point, but of course we want to clear it up. So I broke out the hair dryer--on low speed and cool. But it is still stubbornly red.

Then in a fit of desperation, after his bath I let the little boy run around sans diaper in my bathroom. He peed in the floor (hence the reason we were in my bathroom, since it has tile floor). I wiped it up, and then I took the opportunity to introduce him to the toilet. Both girls had occasionally 'gone' by this point. I'm not expecting anything yet, as he is a boy and quite honestly, I've learned that it is much easier to change diapers than to potty train. But since we were in the bathroom and as he is terrified of toilets, I thought we'd take a look at it. He eventually got brave enough to stand near it and touch the seat with a little finger. Definitely not going to sit on it yet.

Then I had Justin bring me he potty chair. We completely skipped that step with Gabby (a lovely step to skip--no emptying and sanitizing), but since he seems truly afraid, I thought the intermediate step might be helpful. He sat on it for awhile. Then he got up. And he peed again. And he pooped. On the floor.

We sent the kids off to bed after I scrubbed the floor down. We laughed about it, because of course that would happen.

In the morning, however, we weren't laughing. I was making breakfast when Nate awoke, so Kate went in the chat with him as I got finished with what I was doing, but she shrieked. We found his perfectly dry diaper in the corner of the crib, along with his pajama pants. His crib, his blanket, his stuffed dog and bear, and he (from head to toe) were covered in urine and poop. He hadn't made a peep all night.

Needless to say he got a bath and his things have all been washed. But his bottom looks a bit better. See, Mama was right, he just needed some time with his diaper off.