I remember the days when we were house proud. We took our shoes off in our home and were rarely spilt anything on the floor. We are mostly like that now but a little incident has given us a different perspective.
My wife shouted to me to come upstairs quickly. Now with a child, when my wife says come quickly, my feet whizz round like a cartoon character and I bang into everything in my way, in anticipation of a life or death situation. When I finally got some traction and ran up the stairs, my wife had my naked son by his arms, and there was poo in the bathroom and in our bedroom. Now if someone had told me that I would have to deal with this as a dad, I would have chilled out more when I was house sharing!
Isaac did this for 2 consecutive days, so we decided some action was needed. Some people (mainly women who I spoke to) have an issue with a potty. They don't like the idea of it. To be honest, when you're dealing with poo, I'm not that excited either. However, Isaac is far too young to sit on the toilet and our immediate problem was preventing this becoming a regular occurence. So after 30 minutes in Mothercare debating which one was suitable, we finally decided on the Thomas potty.
Karen said as she wasn't keen on a potty, I had to take over. Just like the time I got my first toolkit, I was very excited to get stuck in. It didn't take long before he was sitting on it without his nappy on. However, he saw it as a game and not for the desired function. Then my mind started thinking. Children imitate. One way or another, he needs to see one of use the potty. I said this out loud and my wife suddenly went quiet.
To be continued...................
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