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Gretchen Ronnevik

Gretchen Ronnevik

Poop Painting

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Well, I sat down this morning at the computer because I realized I have a lot of great movies and video on my camera that should be on this blog. I was about to download it all, when I heard David yelling that he needed to be wiped. Now, most of you know that David has been learning how to use the potty chair. The struggle is for him to go #2 on the potty chair, because that scares him a little. Usually he tries to find a corner in the house or some small space to do his business. Daddy has been talking to him about the best small place in the house to go poop, which is the small downstairs bathroom. Since it’s good enough for Daddy, David has started to think that might be okay to try to. He likes to be alone, though. He often comes to me and says “I need some privacy” and then goes to the bathroom and shuts the door. A few minutes later he needs some help being wiped. Well, I sat down at the computer this morning, when I heard David yell this, and I thought “O good! He went poop all by himself with out me even asking him if he needed to go!” My hopes were dashed when I got up to the bathroom and found David completely naked, and covered in poop. There was poop on his cheeks, neck, stomach, legs, butt (of course) and on the wall, on the seat of the toilet. (He was very thorough here as there wasn’t any white left to the seat.) It’s times like this where as a mother, you don’t even know where to start cleaning this up. My first instinct was to grab my camera, but then I realized posting a picture like that was wrong on so many levels.
For those of you wanting to know how I did attack the poop, I grabbed some wipes from a nearby diaper bag, and took most of the chunks off of him. 409 and paper towels took care of the toilet and wall, and after it was all done, David took a bath for good measure. I did tell him I was proud that he went poopy in the bathroom. (There was actually some poop that made it into the toilet, so he did try.) and I said that next time Mommy can come and wipe sooner, and that in the future, he should never touch poop.

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