W is for Waterslide

W is for Waterslide.  Last week started out spectacularly - at least for Apollo.  For three days straight, he woke up in a good mood, we didn't have any major incidents and he was the only one to clean his room when he was told to do so.  I even bribed the kids a bit by letting them know I would be opening up the homemade waterpark Saturday afternoon and that if they wanted to participate, they needed to make sure they picked up their rooms.  Really, cleaning their rooms entails picking up their toys, putting the dirty clothes in a pile for me to get and putting all their babies and bedclothes back on their bed.  I don't ask much - after all, they're still little and aren't responsible enough to be perfect little cleaners.  Besides, I don't keep my own bedroom spotless, so I don't expect them to either.  I do, however, expect them to quit dumping all of their toys out onto the floor and expecting me to clean them up.  I am finding that since forcing them to pick them up, there is a lot less dumping.  Not saying it never happens, but it happens less.  Every victory, no matter how small, is still a victory.  Anyway, so Apollo got to do the waterslide all by himself for almost an hour on Saturday.  He had an absolute blast.



W is for World War 3.  It has happened.  War has been declared and the opposing sides are Apollo and I - and the issue at hand?  Pooping in his pants.  Apollo has decided that when I tell him that he can't go to the bathroom again 10 minutes after he last went, it is time to poop in his pants.  It started about two weeks ago and right now, we are on day 4 with no poop.  However, in a week and a half, he managed to poop in his pants 7 times... yes, SEVEN times.  I threw out three pair because they were older hand-me-downs from his brother, but several pair were nearly brand new - and kids' underwear isn't cheap! Finally, out of frustration, I made Apollo clean out the 7th pair... and he cried the whole time.  However, we have now not had another incident.  Hopefully, he learned that that type of defiance isn't going to work in this household.  He absolutely hated cleaning out his underwear because he had to touch the poop.  I did swish them out in the toilet, but he had to finish up in the tub in hot water.  He hates water that is hot, so I am hoping that the fear of having to wash them out again will keep him from pooping in his pants again.