Poop Already

This summer Christian did well going poop in the toilet. 

Except when he had his diaper on from the night before.  He'd often go in the morning before I took it off.  It wasn't a huge mess and I figured it was partly my fault for not taking it off right away.  When we all started school a couple weeks ago, he started going in his underwear again.  But only at home.  Which is a good thing - but annoying because that shows he CAN control it.  Several times I've come home from school totally beat to have this 42" child poop his pants.  Sometimes I can see in his little face he's going to go stand outside only to poop in his pants and I 'force' him to sit on the toilet.  Last week he pooped in his pants while actually riding his bike in the driveway.  It was such a disaster.  So messy I had to cut off clothes and underwear to not get poop everywhere.  I was not happy. 

I told him he will not ride his bike again until he poops on the toilet.  That surprised him but he didn't argue. 

Exactly 24 hours later he says he wants to ride his bike.  I reminded him about the previous day.  "Oh, ok," he said, walked into the bathroom and pooped on the toilet in under a minute.  Two minutes later he's out happily riding his bike.

The next day he poops in his underwear again. Ugh!!!

This pattern is kiiling me!

My patience had already been used up for the day at school that day.

After I told him I was going to sell his bike (yep, I really said that) I put him in Time Out for the first time for pooping in his underwear and for the first time he wouldn't stay there. He was borderline hysterical.  Victoria started crying too.   Christian ran past me to the kitchen and went to sit in the corner by the pantry.  When he plopped down his bare bottom was scratched by the hinge on the pantry door.  Welt, swelling and some blood.  Now he's really screaming, Victoria is crying and trying to reason with me on why not to sell his bike and dinner is cooling on the table and Mark still isn't home.

I decide I'm going to eat the tator tot hotdish even is nobody else will.  Christian lying at me feet caring on. (By now he has a band aid and underwear on.) Victoria is eating little bites while still crying and then I start crying.

Then Mark comes home. 


Nobody ate dinner really and I said it was time for bed.  It was 6:02. No bath.  Just jammies and stories.  Christian fell asleep during the first story and slept 12 hours.  I got to cuddle and talk with Victoria for 40 minutes - just the two of us.

Christian redeemed himself yesterday and pooped and got his bike back.

I hope that's the end of this pattern and the kid poops on the toilet already - CONSISTENTLY from now on.