Poop in the Carpet

Today has been a great, exhausting, and hilarious day rolled into one.

Great, because both boys are so much fun and I love the special moments throughout the day where I get one-on-one time with each of them. I was able to give Josh a bath while Jacob napped, and that's always some great one-on-one time with a little baby. Jacob and I were able to read a ton of books, play cars like crazy, and dance through the house while Josh napped. Also, took my first trip with both of them by myself.

Exhausting because I have been up since 5 a.m., and have had no help at all since Bob works until midnight. Jacob took a monster nap this afternoon, so he didn't go to bed until 9:30, and Josh is still awake at 10:47. Poop.

Speaking of poop...that brings me to my hilarious part of the day. Jacob did take a monster nap, and woke up with a dry diaper. I put him on the potty and he peed. He told me he wanted to wear underpants. Fantastic.

Dinosaur underpants went on.

Dinosaur underpants were peed in. Jacob kind of had a look like he understood what was going on. I asked if he wanted a diaper or underpants (yes, we call them underpants. Not sure why not underwear, but whatever Jacob wants to call them is fine). He told me he wanted underpants.

Striped underpants went on. I started cooking dinner with Jacob running around in the kitchen. He went on the other side of our island. I noticed he was kind of quiet. He then ran past me and into the pantry.

Me: Jacob, what are you doing?
Jacob: Just peeing in the kitchen.
Me: What? Where did you pee?
He walks over to the other side of the island and points at the floor, where there is a small puddle. He turns and smiles at me.
Me: Let's go change your underpants.
Jacob: No, it's fine.
Me: You're wet though. You can't have wet underpants on.
Jacob: It's fine.

He clearly does not care about being wet. He had pee down his leg and on his sock, and he seriously did not care one bit. Just wanted to go in the pantry and look for some food. Thank goodness he told me he peed, otherwise who knows how long that little puddle would be there.

He again chose to wear underpants instead of a diaper. I figured, sure, why not?!

Blue underpants go on.

Dinner is ready and I go to put him in his seat. He smells like poop.

Me: Jacob, did you poop?
Jacob: Yeah. I'm all done.
Me: Let's go change your underpants.
Jacob: No. I'm all done.

Clearly doesn't care about the poop in his pants. Didn't give him an option this time. I grabbed a diaper.

Now, there's no real easy way to get poopy underwear off of a 2-year-old. And, it wasn't solid poop. So, I tried the best I could. Poop fell on the carpet. Jacob stepped in the poop.

Oops. Now time to clean the carpet and Jacob.

Thankfully it was one of those days where this was entertaining and funny to me instead of driving me up the wall that I'm cleaning up pee and poop non-stop for the evening.

Potty training is definitely not in our near future. Just waiting until he's ready!