Phone Photo Friday- Johnny Knoxville's Long Lost Twin

We have been working on a different strategy in the potty training world. All of this came about a couple of weeks ago when at bath time one night Ben mentioned that his teacher said, "Ben if you keep pooping on yourself then you are going to have to go the Toddler House." Wondering if this was true I asked more questions and followed up with an email over the weekend to his teacher, decided to play it out by talking about how sad he would be if he had to miss all the fun things in his class, playing on the playground, seeing his teachers and friends if he had to walk over to the "babies."

Ben had an immediate push back reaction and told me "I not talking to you mommy"
His teacher emailed me back to say that it was true that she was curious what our thoughts would be on trying a new approach of if he pooped on himself, taking him to the Toddler House (which is a seperate building) changing him into a diaper. Full steam ahead and I told her how we had played it out emphasising staying with our friends/teachers and not the babies over the weekend and got a poop on the potty to much surprise and celebration.

Over the snowed in weekend, we got 3 more and teo more at school to follow. Ben pooped again before they even got to school for Bill. Seriously folks, this is HUGE news after almost 15 months of trying for any progress on pooping. After the poop in the tub earlier this week, the sharpie on the face and couch, and being housebound I needed some good news.

Last night he got to wear and also sleep in his dancing pants. These pants are the apitame of why 3 year olds still need help getting dressed. Complete with fringe and wagon wheels they have been christened "dancin' pants" only to be worn after a poop in the potty. Add to it the stamps on the belly from soccer practice and some dancing that involved Ben asking repeatley for me to take pictures of his hiney, it was the best night of the week.

Best part of this whole story is the degree of male hormone-infused pride Ben seems to have about pooping. Every conversation seems to involves someone's hiney, calling things with the word hiney attached...aka the other day "Hiney Waffle House." Don't ask how he knows the name. We are trying to curb calling anyone the Preschool version of profanity of calling people poopy-hineys or poopy-head . The idea that this much emphasis on pooping has to mean that we are somewhere near progress, even a tiny baby step. Right???

It's either that or I am raising the preschool version of the leader of Jackass. Why can I so see my sweet son who can't sleep unless his hand is crammed down his pants as a 15 year old talking about how shooting someone in the balls with a taser would be television-worthy.