Colton is officially 2 1/2 now, and we got him a potty. He's perfectly happy sitting in a poopy diaper all day long, so we're not pushing the issue of going on the potty. In fact, he runs when I even pull out a diaper to change him. Sometimes he runs in the backyard, closes the slider behind him, runs in his little play house and closes the door and little windows, all the while yelling, "NOOOOOOOO!". So, he may still be in diapers when he goes to kindergarten. I remember before I had kids I assumed you just potty trained at 2 years old and Poof! I was done, just like that. Excuse me while I laugh hysterically.
Colton has enjoyed pooping in the bathtub on occasion. He's done it exactly 3 times. The first 2 times weren't so bad, just a few terds. But, this last time it went something like this:
I was in our bedroom nursing Sydney before I put her down to bed. Colton was in the bathtub and I could hear him playing. He has a little action figure construction worker man that we've named George that he likes to play with in the tub. Suddenly I hear, "Oh no! George! Dirty poo-poo!" I was hoping it wasn't what I thought, and didn't want to remove Sydney from her snuggly spot since she was so content and dozing off. A minute later I heard Jason coming up the stairs who recently has shoulder surgery and only has the use of one arm. I heard his steps down the hall and then, "COLTON! No, buddy! Oh no!!" Then heard footsteps down the hall toward me. I removed Sydney, went into the bathroom and it was pretty bad. It was like he was in a bowl of poop stew. Gross. I showered him off, gently explaining that if he needed to poop....oh, what's the use?
Still love the little stinker!
