All done for this round…

If you want to vote for me (and I have to be honest and admit I am slightly regretting my high and mighty previous post about just voting for the best LO as I see everyone else’s vote count rising!) you need to register in the forums (which is different to the gallery registration you did last vote) and go to this forum post here. And if you want to vote for my round 2 LO go to this forum post here.

In other news….

I picked up poo off the floor three times this afternoon. Yes you read right… poo, human poo, on my floor, three times in one afternoon. This is what my life has become. I always knew it would come to this one day… being somebody’s pooper scooper, but I have to say now that the day is here I am not overly happy about it.

Izzy is a crack up at the moment and so fun in so many ways, but why oh why can’t she keep her nappy on??? I know this is a normal part of learning to control those special muscles that keep wee and poo where they should be until they can be let go somewhere reasonably appropriate. I have written essays on this stuff. The thing is though, she has absolutely no idea that these little brown piles come from her! None at all.

Days and days of nappy free time in the afternoon and she still looks down in horror as she makes a big puddle on the floor and exclaims “wees!!!” As if some nasty person is weeing down her legs and onto her feet. And the little brown piles all but freak her out! The cry goes out from one or both of them “poo! poo! POO!” and I hear the little feet come running, just praying they ran around the pile!

And the potty? The potty is good for many things; a boat for the animals, a high chair for doll doll, a bus to drive around the floor (making horrible scratching screeching noises as you go) or a safe place to stash a biscuit or pile of sultanas for a later munching. Ask her to sit on the potty and do a wee? “I can’t wee” Izzy tells me and flatly refuses to sit. Ok no biggy… but as she takes a step to walk away it happens again… some maniac wees at her feet!

So feel safe in saying that neither of my girls are ready to learn to use the toilet right now, and that’s ok. But please. couldn’t Izzy keep her nappy on for a little while longer, or maybe poo a little less often? Though I guess I will get used to it and there will come a day when someone comes to visit and points to the small steaming pile on the lovely polished wood floors and asks “what’s that?” to which I’ll casually reply “oh just another pile of shit!”