I laid Liv down for her morning nap, put Kade on the potty, and jumped into the shower (after cleaning up the pee that was sprayed all over the shower curtain, floor and seat…I’m still getting the boy’s parts thing all figured out). As I was savoring the luke-warm water (our hot water tank does not allow two showers within an hour of each other), I mapped out my post for the day. I was going to gush about our potty-training experience and how my big boy was currently sporting spiderman underpants. The more I thought, the more I worried that making a public announcement would jinx the entire process. I went into the living room to check on him, and the smell smacked me in the face so hard that I nearly fell over. Shit.

Not only were his new underwear and shorts covered (this kid does not have solid poo…we are talking full-blown diarrhea), but his new Spiderman costume, which we were using as leverage for going on the potty, was also in the line of fire. I stood there for about 5 minutes trying to figure out the best plan of attack. How do I even begin to clean this up? I got the costume off fairly easily, and the shorts, but the underwear…frankly, I was ready to simply cut them off of him. I didn’t. Instead, I had the brilliant idea of slowly taking them off as he laid on a changing pad on the floor. Poo was everywhere. All over his legs, all over me, all over the changing pad (thank goodness I was in the presence of mind to put that down on the carpet). After using nearly 15 wipes, the unders were deposited into the trash and the scene of the crime was completely disinfected.

Let’s just say, I resorted to the pull-ups again. I’m going to give him a few more days of going on the potty before trying out the ridiculously non-absorbent underwear again. I do have to admit, though, that he has been consistently going pee on the potty for two days straight, which makes me so proud…ok, I did it…I just jinxed it…damn.