Sigh... sometimes I feel like Wyatt is really getting the hang of this potty training thing... I become proud and then the inevitable fall comes... like this incident that happened a few days ago...
We had been in Minnesota for 2 weeks and Wyatt had very few accidents... he had some, but not many, and most of them were small... so I was starting to think that Wyatt was getting the hang of it... he was telling me when he had to go to the bathroom, and get this, he would actually make it to the toilet and go (insert pride here)!
So, the day after we got home from Minnesota I was feeling good about potty training and I thought it would be a breeze of a day... boy oh boy was I wrong... here is the fall...
As I was doing some dishes (that had been piled up for 2 weeks by my wonderful husband while we were away) I was watching Wyatt and Icyle play on the floor in the living room... and then I saw it... Wyatt stood up, peed his pants, and then went back to playing with his sister (who, I am sure if she would have known what he just did, would not have been so thrilled to have her playmate back).
So, I, being the calm and patient mommy that I am, said, "Wyatt, sweetie, did you go the bathroom in your pants? Oh, honey, lets get some new underwear..." oh wait... no that wasn't me... that would be some other mommy. If I remember correctly what actually came out of my mouth was some kind of growl and I yelled, "WYATT MOSES!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? YOU JUST PEED IN YOUR PANTS! WHY DID YOU DO THAT! GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW AND TAKE YOUR WET CLOTHES OFF!!!!" and I am pretty sure another growl came out as I went in search of clean underwear (which was still packed away from our trip).
Meanwhile, while I was in search of clean underwear, bottomless Wyatt went down stairs to play...
I found clean underwear and called for Wyatt to come upstairs and put it on. I tried to pull myself together and as I was putting on his underwear I asked him, "Wyatt, why didn't you tell mommy that you had to go potty and go in the toilet?" He said, "I went in my pants on purpose mommy." "ON PURPOSE?!?!" (more growling) "Yah... I did it on purpose." So, he got in trouble for going to the bathroom in his pants on purpose.
About an hour later Wyatt went back downstairs to play while I started dinner... he started screaming "Poopoo! Poopoo!" So, I ran down the stairs thinking he had to go to the bathroom. Nope, I was wrong. Apparently, while he had been down stairs bottomless, he had taken the opportunity to go poop on the floor... and had obviously forgotten that he had pooped on the floor because he had stepped in it!
This time there was no amount of clam or patience in my body... I was mad... no other emotion... just mad.
Can't remember what I said... but I remember yelling and growling and completely losing it. I cleaned up Wyatt's foot and the mess on the floor and put Wyatt in timeout... after he got a spanking... because he knows better then to poop on the floor.
After I cleaned up the mess, I went up to Wyatt, who was in timeout on the stairs and said (ok, I was still mad, so I more like yelled it) "Wyatt, why on earth did you poop on the floor in the basement???" He said, "I did it on purpose." So, I got even more upset and said, "WYATT! You did it on purpose!?!? You wanted to poop on the floor?!?! Why would you do that?!?!" He then said sadly, with tears in his eyes and his hands raised in question, "I did it on purpose mommy, I didn't mean to do it... I just did it on purpose."
And then I realized it. This poor child was getting his words mixed up... he had done it on accident. I was still upset, but I did feel a little bad about getting mad at him for doing it on purpose when really he did it on accident... so it was not our best potty training day... infact, it was one of the worst we have had so far.
So, that was the fall that came after the pride that is now gone. Sigh... potty training.