Adventures in Mommyville: Tales from a mom, wife and wannabe writer: Double the Poo is Not Double the Pleasure!

Trent's potty training has been going very well. He goes pee on the potty without fail but he is still afraid of pooping on the toilet although he has gone poo on the potty twice this week so that is progress!

Yesterday, however, we had two big, messy incidents!

Trent was sitting at the counter, playing quietly as I was making dinner. He suddenly started to scream, "Mama...mama...I poop." I whipped around quickly and saw him standing on the barstool, legs spread wide with his underwear down around his ankles. As if in slow motion, I saw two logs fall between his legs. I accidentally screamed, "Trent...noooooooooo!" This was a big, big mistake! My screaming scared my little man and he instantly dropped down on the barstool and sat in his poo. Not only was it spread all over his thighs and legs, but it was smushed all over the barstool cushion as well. That was mess numero uno that I had the pleasure of cleaning up yesterday.

Mess number two was a double whammy. I put Trent to bed last night with his Pull Up on because although he usually wakes up dry, he does like to poop at night in his Pull Up and being that I have such little sleep as it is, I don't want to clean up poop in the middle of the night as well which is why he sleeps in a Pull Up.

So, I put Trent to bed when the new little man woke up and wanted to eat. I sat on the couch and began to nurse Jagger when I heard the grunts of Trent resonating through the video monitor. I sighed heavily, knowing that Trent was pushing one out. I continued to nurse as Trent continued to grunt furiously. As I watched Trent in the monitor, I jumped at the sound of Jagger pooping and for those of you who have kids, you know that a newborn poo often comes out quickly and sounds like an explosion. For such little bodies, they sure can poo with great force! Mark and I began to laugh as Jagger pushed a few more times, all the while nursing away.

Suddenly, I felt wetness seep through my nightgown. I pried Jagger off of the boob and saw that famous mustard seed poop leaking through his fresh pajamas (he just had a bath). I raced to the nursery where I had to disrobe the baby, wipe him down, put a new diaper on him and a new pair of pj's all while Trent was screaming for me to change his own diaper! I had to leave a screaming Jagger in the nursery (he was still hungry and wanting to nurse) and race to change Trent (who sat up in the middle of my changing him, pulled his diaper toward him, picked up his poo and then threw it while screaming "yucky"), put him back down and then finish feeding the baby.

Needless to say, I am so proud of Trent for peeing on the toilet but I am ready for him to poop consistently on the pot as well because double the poo is not double the fun :)

Here are my little poopers. They are best friends already. Trent loves his little brother!