Scrunchie poos and wee

I have a scruncher. It bugs me no end, but I haven't taken the time to correct it. Or should I? Is it so bad that she is a scruncher? Or am I a serial folder, and think that there is no other way.

Sometimes the scrunch is so small there is no way it could mop up anything. Like, ridiculously small.

I am dumbfounded, as much as she is proud, at the size of her poo. Lucky for me, it's almost always a clean break, and the scrunch is sufficient to clean it up. Many a time I have heard her say, "Come and look, it's a big one". It always is, and sometimes the colour has me thinking she has eaten kermit the bog frog, or a smurf with a sponge bob chaser. This may have a lot to do with her requesting strange icing colours for her cupcakes, not because she is a fan of green veggies, because she is not.

Izzy is fine to go by herself. It doesn't stop her standing in one spot, doing the dance and, accompanied by the MJ crotch grab, whining that she needs help. This always happens when we have visitors, I am peacefully drinking tea, cooking dinner or computing. Why wouldn't she?  How dare I! 

What is more of a parental inconvenience is when she dashes down the hallway, rushes into the dunny, shuts (and locks!) the door. This is only forgiven because of the devilish cackle that resonates from the echoey cubicle, she got me, the little shite. Makes a mother proud. Not. Maybe. Not when I have already dropped whatever I am doing and am halfway down the hallway. 

Probably why I haven't the bother to correct her scrunchiness. Maybe I should take more time to convert her to folding, like a normal person, instead of worrying what I was doing when she rudely interrupted me with her pooness. Ok so now I am finding it weird that spell hasn't corrected me on pooness, but there is a problem with scrunchiness. Yep definite problem.

What's more I have to go through this all over again with Summer girl at the start of next year. Shiiiiit. It's a lot of dropping what I'm doing and rushing down the hallway for the sake of poos and wees. Oh the joys. It all fun and games, except for the pretty barbie undies full of poo, and the smelly wee tainted towels in the wash, and the endless mopping.

Do you have scrunchers or folders? What's your funniest memory of toilet training toddlers?

The Leaky Nappy

Sunday night I climbed into bed, about 10 pm. I usually have my nightly shower, I couldn't be bothered, left my top on I had worn all day, and put my jammie bottoms on. I layed my head on the pillow....wetness. Only at that moment did I remember that Isabel had been in our bed that morning.

When I got to changing her nappy, it was soaked along with her pjs, and my immediate thought was 'shes been in my our bed'. I don't need to tell any mother how busy and distracted one becomes during the day. I'd forgotten to get around to checking the bed for 'water' damage!

So I felt around on the bed, a wet patch just below the pillow. I just let out a sigh and turned the pillow over and put it over the wet patch. I tried to drift off to sleep, and as I usually love to sleep on my tummy with my hands under the pillow....under the pillow go my arms...wet!! Oh the hardships!! Needless to say I fell asleep amidst the leaky nappy incident and it now being Monday afternoon, I still am unshowered. Bring on shower time tonight.