this is war
Oh, Luca. You turned two and I can say now that for the past few months, you have been practicing for this. You do two very well. Very, very well.
However, I know that I don’t make it easy on you. Your little body has all kinds of emotions and it’s hard to sort them all. And then I go and put the potty training into full swing. I took away all of your comfort and you and I are at war. I hate to break it to you, little buddy, but I intend on winning. So you can do your worst, hold in your poop for days, refuse to pee until nap time when I put a diaper on you, but hear you me, child. I will win. Because eventually you’ll get sick of being stubborn. Or at least your bladder will.
And I plan on brining out the big guns should I have to. I bought two packages of cherry essence prunes – your favorite, and plan on using them.
You know how stubborn you are? You held your poop in for a whole day, and the SECOND I drop you off at gym day care, you let it fly. Stubborn little boy.
But I love you. I love your snot nose, your teary eyes, your diaperless bum. I love your tantrums and the way you use your selective hearing to benefit yourself. I love that you are passionate in what you want. Because even at two, you know what you want. You want to play with your trucks, your cars, your dinosaurs and crap in your pants. And I’m only partly OK with that.
Stop crapping in your pants!
The ladies don’t like poo in your pants. They just don’t. It’s not attractive. And I saw that little girl eying you up…that is, until you messed your pants.
You’re doing a good job, though, Duke. You’re doing the best you can. Right now you feel so out of control, and I know I’m not helping matters. But we’ll get back into a routine and it will include you using the potty.
Because, if you ask Daddy, I always win.