Splish Splash – I Need a Bath. Or At Least Some Disinfectant.

Micah had a potty breakthrough last night. Allow me to set the stage. Once we’re done with dinner, Micah gets a bath. While either TJ or I am preparing the tub, Micah sits on the toilet and plays with toys or a hand-held electronic game or something to entertain him. He’s only actually urinated in the toilet a couple of times and has never defecated. Mostly, he just sits there with his knees bent and his feet up on the padded training seat and sings and plays. It’s got a “penis guard” dealie so he doesn’t pee on the wall and/or floor.

So last night I finished running the water and rushing my hands around in the tub to get all the bubbles I could for him. I was sitting on his step stool next to the tub when I glanced over at him sitting on the potty. His face was turning red and he was gripping the handles on his seat. Suddenly, there was a small exploding sound and lots of little splashes. He turned his head to me and excitedly shouted “I POOPED!” He had a big smile on his face and was obviously proud of himself. I clapped, yelled “YAY!” and immediately called TJ in so she could properly congratulate him.

TJ burst into the bathroom, knelt down in front of him, and hugged him tightly, telling him how happy she was and what a good boy his was. Now, the thing about that potty seat is that it doesn’t really fit our toilet seat. What I mean is that it slides either back or forth leaving about a three inch gap between its edge and the edge of the porcelain. When TJ hugged him, the seat pushed back and “plop, plop” went the two matchbox trucks he had been playing with.

The three of us looked back and forth at each other and TJ got a huge smile on her face. She asked me if I’d be able to get them out without puking. I told her that I was pretty sure I could do it. She reminded me that I change his crappy diapers all the time. I told her that while this was true, I had never dug through it with my fingers. She laughed.

So I wipe Micah’s butt, TJ puts him in the tub and gets him some other toys to play with while I go Matchbox diving. It wasn’t so bad. I mean, it wasn’t like they fell into the toilet after I took a dump. Now that would be bad. Very, very bad.