Pursuit of Poppy

{talking to dada on the phone while watching The Little Mermaid after nap}

So we have some very good news and some very traumatizing news to share on the potty training front.  I'll start with the good.  We no longer use the timer at all because she tells us when she has to use the potty and her underwear stayed dry all day today- including during her 4 hour nap ordeal (2 of the 4 hours were spent singing and playing in her room when she should have been sleeping).

And if you have a weak stomach, you might just want to skip this next part:  I think she's been having anxiety about pooping on the potty.  She's only been going every other day, which is very unusual for her, and when she does have to go poop, it turns into a long ordeal that involves about 20 trips back and forth to the potty before she finally goes.  So we basically just let her do her thing and take her time and we try to not make a big deal out of it.  When Marc got home from work today, she said she had to go poop, and so the ordeal began of running to the potty, taking her underwear off, not wanting to put them back on, getting off and on the potty, taking a break to go play, etc.  So at one point, I was in the kitchen doing the dishes, Marc was upstairs and Poppy was playing on the first landing of our stairs (sans undies).  And then we heard "Oh no!  Poop!!!!  Poooop!!!"  By the time Marc saw her at the top of the stairs, there was a trail of poop (including one big poop) going up the stairs.  He rushed her to the potty and called for me.  I made my way through the staircase of poop and went to the bathroom to clean her up while Marc went back to the stairs to clean the poop up.  But when he got to the stairs (literally 2 seconds later), the poop was gone.  And Lola was sitting at the top of the stairs licking her chops.  I seriously thought Marc was going to start crying.  And I have felt nauseous ever since.  And Lola is acting like she just had a feast.  And from now on, we're going to make sure Poppy keeps her undies on.

On a much lighter note, this is how Poppy was walking around the house this morning:



She's carrying a shopping bag, Baby Doll, and she put her camera (or her 'cheese' as she likes to call it) in her underwear.  Smart and resourceful.