Adventures in potty training

Those who know me, know I have a pretty weak gag reflex. Some of my friends in particular enjoyed watching shows like Fear factor with me because they are so humored by my gagging. I am the type that gets a contact "puke", now with that being said I start the adventures in potty training.

My son showed an early interest in potty training, we were all about it, especially with a new baby on the way. We immediately bought the potty seat that sits on the regular toilet. That way I didn't have to clean it out, look at it, etc... He wasn't quite as interested. My husband commented that he thought we needed the traditional potty seat, offering to do all the cleaning of the potty. I agreed and we bought the "gross" kiddie potty..although it plays music and looks like a king's throne. Since Jack has really taken offf...literally. He asks to go potty constantly and takes his own pants and diaper off FREQUENTLY. He has had quite a bit of success but we still don't have the timing down just right.

This weekend we had friends over helping to build our basement. Jack said "Potty mommy," So I took him in. Immediatley it was stinky and I thought it was left-overs from someone else's trip, so I lit a candle. Well eventually Jack stood up and saw the "UCKKY" in his potty. I immediatley began attempting to wipe him...he would not stand still because he wanted to get away from the uckky. Well that made two of us, but the more I wiped the more that came. I immediatley began gagging as I was trying to clean up my son and scream "Jack stand still." My friends in the living room began cracking up. (Now another fun thing about me is when people laugh it tends to make me laugh...harder) I shouted stop "I'll pee my pants." Well that set them off, needless to say that ended with Leslie finishing getting Jack together and me running to the next bathroom.

Today I stayed home with Jack because he has the cough from hell. Shortly after he ate he said "Mommy poopy." So into the bathroom we went. He sat on the toilet for a while and nothing, suddenly he stood up and two very solid little turds fell out. I quickly made him sit back down....he was saying "Ewww" all the while. Meanwhile the rest of his waste started coming out while he kept standing and I kept trying to sit him back down. He would not stand in the bathroom for me to wipe him up and I really couldn't stand it either since it was all over the seat at this point, so I was gagging and Jack was headed up the stairs with an un-clean bottom. Well it hit me and I began to puke, I didn't want to puke on the stairs or carpet so I ran back into the bathroom. Meanwhile Jack sits down on the stairs and begins to cry. I come out, make him stand up and navigate around the "stair" I get him upstairs and clean him up and put on a diaper. Meanwhile Tom wakes up.

"Honey....Jack went potty, I puked, and there is a mess downstairs on his potty and on the stairs." Needless to say I am a lucky woman because he took care of the rest of the mishaps.

I don't know how much more of this I can take. =)