The Poopie Chronicles - Part 1

Oh, where to start, where to start? I have so many stories to share...I guess I'll start with Part 1 of 'The Poopie Chronicles'. The boy, let's call him Scooby Doo, was potty training, he was probably about two and a half.

He and I are home by ourselves on a Saturday morning. It's early, I haven't showered, so I set Scoob up with a movie and an assortment of blocks and crayons and I hurry off to take a quick shower.

Apparently, I wasn't quick enough.

As soon as I'm done, wrapped in a towel, I open my bedroom door and what do I find?

Scooby dancing in the kitchen. In just a t-shirt. Sans diaper.

I'm all, "Hey man, where's your pants??"

He's all, "It's yucky!"

Ok, yucky? I take a deep breath and ask him to show me.

I follow him to the hallway. I find two sizable turds on the FLOOR.

OH NO HE DIDN'T!

Yes, yes he really did.

But that was only the start. Then he showed he his 'art'.

I walked in to the kids' bathroom and what do I see?

He 'painted' the toilet lid, the cabinets, the sink and the floor....

With poop.

Yes, poop.

Crap, really? Really, Scoob? This was fun for you? You've got to be shitting me.

I was so pissed off. I didn't know what to do. I needed to think of something that would discourage Scooby from doing this again, obviously.

After a good talking to, I decided he could clean it up, because I sure didn't want to. And we'd follow that by some time out.

I sprayed the 409 and handed him a paper towel.

He looked at me like I was crazy.

I took his little hand in mine and showed him how to clean up his mess, but eventually I ended up cleaning up the rest while he sat in a corner.

Apparently I didn't get through, because coming up next will be Part 2 of The Poopie Chronicles.

Hello

Hellooo blogosphere! I've been a step-mom to two crazy but lovable little kids for the past 2.5 years and it's been quite the ride already. On this blog I'll be telling the tales of my adventures I've had so far and will undoubtedly be having in the future. Step-mommin' is challenging at times, yes, but above all I feel blessed to be a part of these kids' lives.