The whole week was one characterized by accidents. Lots of pee. In pull-ups, on underwear, on the floor.
Wednesday I had a dentist appointment first thing in the morning, and then I went to both Wegmans and Costco. When I got home, I discovered that Drew had both peed and pooped in the pull-up, and in fact that pull-up was the same one he had worn to bed the night before. He had never even put on a pair of underwear, and what's more, he wasn't even bothered by it. He was laughing when I wiped him up, and I was *highly* irritated. He hadn't eaten lunch yet, so I put him straight in the high chair and put a bib on him. He was not liking that, and kept saying that he was a "big boy", but I wowed him with my impeccable logic: "Does Micah poop in his pants? No? Does Verity? Yes? And is Verity a baby? Yes? Aaaand . . . you must be a baby too, because you are pooping in your pants."
So I made him his sandwich and tore it up into little pieces, like I do for Verity (who was fortunately napping right then). Oh, Drew cried and wailed. He took off the bib. Eventually he did settle down and eat a little bit, but he was not happy. When I got him down, I told him he was going to take a nap soon, as babies do. He wasn't happy about that either. I got wrapped up in trying to get our ancient desktop computer to cooperate with me, so I didn't put him down right away . . . but soon Anna realized that Drew had peed on her arm as she was by the counter, and he was on a stool next to her! What in the world?!? Not puddles of pee, but enough to get his underwear wet, as well as the sister on whom he was leaning. So after taking him to the potty, and having him clean the stool, he was indeed hustled off to a nap. Good grief!
Thursday was not much better. I was getting so frustrated! I was reminding him to go to the potty frequently, but even so, he peed all over the bathroom floor once, and then, right before bed, Faith realized that he had peed on 2 couch cushions. He was put to bed immediately, after going potty and getting rinsed off in the tub. I was so irritated!
When I got up this morning and looked at my TimeHop, this popped up from 6 years ago, when Grace was potty-training:
It's almost 2:30, and I still haven't taken a shower. I have, however, cleaned up 2 poopy accidents, and 1 pee accident. Not sure what is to blame for this day of bad pottying!
It was very depressing to realize that could potentially be the description of my day today, 6 years later. How much things stay the same! The different thing is that today I had AP bio lab, so I needed to prepare some solutions and generally think about things, not be constantly worried about reminding Drew to go potty. It didn't help that today was the same miserable, cold, rainy weather that we've had for the past few days. Certainly a day for lots of accidents!
But no. Drew didn't have one accident at all! He went on his own to the potty the entire day with no problems. It was as if I dreamed the whole week. He had asked for gum throughout the week, which I had refused ("Babies can't chew gum"), so I offered him a piece this afternoon, which he accepted happily. "I'm a BIG boy!" I still have no idea what caused this sea change, and it may or may not last. It was a good breather for me, though. I had to "go back to Colorado" in my mind quite a few times earlier this week!
I'm hoping I can look back on this week a year from now and laugh at this funny memory of all these accidents, since the memory had faded from my mind . . .
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