Let me first preface this story that we are very fortunate. We have four toilets in our house, 2 upstairs and 2 downstairs. Other than having to clean 4 toilets, there are lots of plusses to having them. There is one toilet for every member of our family, no one should have to wait in line to use the toilet if it is just us at home. Another plus that anyone that has lived through a hurricane can tell you is that you have 4 opportunities to use a toilet and not have to fill the tank with captured water when you have no electricity to flush with. (After Ike we had lots of opportunities to practice this)
My 2 year old has one toilet that she believes to be worthy of using. That special toilet is in our master bathroom. She will also use the downstairs powder room toilet if she absolutely has to, but the upstairs toilets are of no use to her. She is what I would say 3/4 of the way potty trained. She wears panties all day long, and will tinkle on the potty. She refuses to poop on the potty. At school she will tinkle and never poop in her panties. Now call me lazy, but I put her in a diaper at night to sleep. I just can't bear getting up in the middle of the night if I don't absolutely have to. This little stinker will wait until I put her in that diaper/pull up to poop. She will not even attempt to sit on the potty to poop with out starting the beginnings of another World War. She has now created what my pediatrician calls self induced constipation. Our pediatrician is a friend of ours and we have another friend that is a surgeon that deals with that very special area of the body. He witnessed one of our daughters self induced strainings and a plan was set in place. Our youngest gets Miralax in her juice everyday to make it so that she can't hold it for days on end. This isn't always effective, but this week I was especially diligent in my use of Miralax.
Back to the story... Mommy, help! I go to the stairs to see my youngest with legs spread and a dark spot on her denim capri pants. I grab a towel and anticipate a tinkle accident. As I walk up the stairs I am thankful for the fact that our stairs have wood rather than carpet. As I begin to peel off her wet clothes on the stairs I quickly find out that there is more to the story. Guess what Miralax works... Long story short, we finally cleaned everyone and everything up including the stairs, child and disposed of our favorite strawberry shortcake panties to hear the sweetest little voice say, "Sorry Mommy." No, I am sorry, I guess we will stay 3/4 of the way potty trained for now. I know she won't go to kindergarten without pooping on the potty, Right ? :)
