Or, how many obscure references can I make to BMs and underwear in one post?
The kid refuses to poop in the potty, which is causing ridiculous amounts of laundry. Very. Stinky. Laundry. At $3 per load (HA -- LOAD!), it is not only annoying but a little expensive.
I have one more trick up my sleeve, which is to make a new potty chart specifically for pooping. Somehow I will make a picture that illustrates "dropping the kids off at the pool." I will hang say, five, in a row on the bathroom wall. Every time he goes, he gets a sticker. Then when he gets all five stickers, I will take him to the Children's Museum. By this time I hope he will learn the amazing awesomeness of eliminating into the potty versus the yuckiness of relying on his undie pants.
And in case you're wondering, I tried using a cookie yesterday and he couldn't have cared less. I mean, he loved the cookie but he still messed his underoos later. Since he asks me to go "play" approximately every 5.2 minutes, I'm hoping it will be a stronger incentive.
Otherwise I could use the whole, "poop in the potty or ask for a diaper to poop in" thing, I guess.
Sigh. I mean, maybe he's not ready, which is fine, except that: 1) he wants to wear undies (at least he did a week ago), 2) he brings me his messes, 3) he takes off his wet diapers, throws them away, and gets a dry one and 4) he's dry overnight and for as long as a few hours during the day and 5) he pees in the potty just fine -- he even stands up at school because his friends do. GRR. I know training takes a long time. I also know that I am an impatient person. =) I also believe that when I pray for patience, God gives me situations to practice tolerance, perserverance, and restraint. Sigh again.
Update: He just came in, took off his diaper [he was still wearing from school because they ran out of undies], asked to go potty, and peed. I'm thinking this is mostly a "multisensory processing" type of issue: aka, there are so many things going on at school that he can't clue in to the "need to go" feeling.
ROAR: Apparently, he didn't sit long enough because he #2'd everywhere. I officially throw in the whitie-tightie towel for the night and hand off my child to his respite worker.