Disclaimer: No children were harmed, despite our juvenile antics
Chloe is now 2 and we are potty training her, haphazardly I might add. With our first two, the training was consistent, diligent and the girls were trained relatively quick. Mostly in part to Kenny's effort, as he was the "Potty Training Natzy" . However, as all things go when you have multiple children, you grow tired, get worn down and learn that maybe some things just aren't worth fretting about.
So Ms. Chloe totally understands that she should pee in the potty but absolutely does not grasp that you should also poop in the potty. This weekend I heard Chloe in the other room with Kenny. I heard Kenny say "Oh wow Chloe, go see your Mama". Sweet Chloe comes prissing into the living room, and I swear I smelled her 20 feet away. It's insane that something that cute could possilby ever stink that bad, it was rank! I immediately picked her up and proceeded to chase Kenny through the house with Chloe's butt (literally). She was giggling and thrilled with the attention. Kenny on the other hand was screaming like a girl and trying to kick me. I ofcourse said "Kenneth Malcom, you cannot kick me while I'm holding our child". He said it was warranted under these circumstances. I continued to tell him how absolutely lame it was that he would send her to me with a poop diaper. I changed Chloe and then chased Kenny around again with the dirty diaper. The diaper did finally made it to the trash.
In our house physical, juvenile behavior is a regular occurrence. I see this as a survival tactic; surviving parenthood, each other and life. I'm certain our girls think we are crazy, but I also hope that they see we love each other.