Over the past few weeks, Whitney has developed a pretty bad habit. It seems almost every time we put her in the tub, she decides to add her own special touch to the bath water. Today was no different. I saw the familiar floatie in the tub and pulled the girls out. While they stood dripping and freezing on the bath mat, I grabbed an old Cool Whip dish and scooped out the offender. As the tub drained, I pulled out all the toys and tossed them into the sink, which I had filled with bleach water. I was sure glad I'd only put half of the bath toys in the tub tonight!
While all this was going on, the girls escaped into the family room for a few minutes--which was fine with me because I still had to clean the tub and couldn't fully appreciate their little helping hands at the moment. I sprayed it down with cleaner, looked out into the family room, and noticed that Whitney was sitting on something while she played with toys. It took a few seconds to register that she had just finished what she started in the tub. Since I was working on the bathroom, Ryan hurried to whisk Whitney away from the second potty disaster of the day. Unfortunately, he didn't reach her before she decided to move around a bit...I'll leave the rest of that description up to your parent-inspired imagination. At this point, both Ryan and I were laughing at the situation. (Thank goodness we'd had a relaxing day...otherwise, I may have been crying!)
By the time he got her cleaned up, I had finished cleaning the tub, so I got the girls back in and scrubbed them down. It gave Ryan just enough time to finish cleaning the carpet before we jammied them and got them into bed for the night. At the end of it all, I have three thoughts:
1. I'm sure grateful BYU cleans our carpets three times each year!
2. How great that the afore mentioned carpet cleaners are scheduled to come this week.
3. How in the world do you teach a 19-month old that the bathtub is not a potty? (And neither is the family room, for that matter!)
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4 comments:
Wow, I really feel for you. I have so been there! I don't remember any solution for it, do they just grow out of it??? Ahhhh!
Good times :)
I love the poop in the tub scenerio. When Holly was little I put her in the tub. She pooped and unfortunately she had eaten rice that day. I had hundreds of little grains floating in the tub. It was lovely.
i'm a fan of reinforce the positive!(are you already potty training? you go girl!) make a really big deal about her going in the toilet if she really needs to poop and then praise like crazy! candy overload. chocolate milk. whatever is a "treat" to her. pretty much just let her know how proud you are of her for going in the correct spot! :) every time she goes there....PRAISE PRAISE PRAISE!
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