Poopie Monster

Finally the day arrived. The day I have dreaded since finding out eight years ago that this was a thing, it is the one thing that has terrified me. Tony pooped in the tub. I knew exactly what happened when I heard Anthony say, "Oh no, Tony. Noooooo." Luckily, Anthony was the one that dealt with the ordeal. I re-scrubbed the tub after everything had been deep cleaned once. That wasn't the last of the poop this weekend. Unfortunately.

As previously reported, Tony is very interested in the "poppy." We have been asking and encouraging to use it. But, his timing is off. He tends to want to use the pot after he has already gone. This was the case when we removed the diaper to find it full and then he sat down. The problem? He only sat for a second, then he was off to the races with a bottom covered in poo poo. OF COURSE he ran straight for our closet to hide. He backed into the wall and smeared it on the wall. OF COURSE. We have not dealt with this much poop since Tony was a newborn, and we haven't missed it one bit.