Golden Pig Tales

So Ezra poops and pees at Pre-school into their toddler sized flushing toilets, but does not poop and pee at home in either of his toddler sized non-flushing toilets. He sometimes sits down on the toilets at home, but only because he happens to be in the bathroom because he is brushing teeth or washing hands. We ask him through the day if he needs to poop or pee and if he wants to sit on the potty, but the only time he responds is if he had pooped or peed and wants a new diaper (because he doesn’t always want to change his diaper even after pooping and peeing). We  have tried a toilet for Christmas, so he thinks it a gift. We have tried letting him make the toilet his own by letting him put stickers on it. We have explained to him that he wouldn’t need to change his diaper as often as we do if he didn’t poop or pee in it. He has wanted to wear underwear and not diapers, but still doesn’t care that much to poop and pee at home to make the transition to underwear. We reason at least he poops and pees in toilet at preschool, but it wouldn’t be nice if he did it at home for we, like Ezra, don’t enjoy changing the diapers of a fussy Ezra.

Valerie had playcare save Ezra poop diaper to see if Ezra pooped a plum pit for we suspected he swallowed a plum pit.

We pulled apart the poop. -v- found two cherry seeds, and I found the plum pit. The cherry seeds were a poop surprise because it seems like it has been weeks since he’s had cherries.

I could smell it. A smell from the past. I could see it as I peeled off the diaper. A pile of mushy poop that had the hue blue berries spread the scent reminding me of last blue berry season. It took eight wipes to clean the big circle of blue berry poop from Ezra. I still have the fumes of the blue berry poop in my nose. At least, I know it’s blue berry season again.

Today had been the first time in weeks Ezra had a bath with Mr. Bubbles, so I gave him a little extra bubble.

Today had been the first time Ezra pooped in the tub that I know of.

I cleaned the poop and Mr. Bubble. Hand and towel scooped poop that floated around the tub like it was a fish. One poop separated as I scooped it with paper towel and hand. Those chucks of poop streaked the tub and mixed with Mr. Bubble. Then the poop gathered in the drain. Bleach cleaned the steaks. A paper-towel-covered finger cleaned the poop from drain.

I was thankful the water and Mr. Bubble hid the fragrance.