The Poopy Diaries

Kind of sounds like a book, right? But, as far as I know, it is only our lives right now.  Potty training is moving along.  #1 into the potty with no problem.  Any time, any where.  (Except in the middle of the night when she's in a pull up.)  #2?  Not so much.  Our SweeTart is a controller.  A withholder, if you will.  She would rather hold that poop in until she explodes, which she seems to be doing quite frequently.  Not the infantile explosion but, rather, a controlled explosion - half in her pull up or panties and half in the potty.  I know she is getting there -- and I shouldn't push her -- I am just trying to figure out why she won't poop in the potty. 

Our other two were the same way, kind of.  Withholders.  Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it) they would poop in their sleep, in the middle of the night, into their pull up.  There was none of the drama that we have with SweeTart - "I have to go poopy" "no I don't"  - play resumes - "I have to go potty" "no i don't" after five of these types of scenes running into the house from playing out side and having nothing to show for it, she'll finally miss that "call" and land part of it in her panties.  Sometimes, though, I am a lazy mom and offer her a pull up after about the third "false" alarm which she generally takes graciously.  I think she knows how I abhor cleaning poop out of toddler panties and from her pants.  She will get it, I know.  Eventually.  And I will be her first (or second) loudest cheerleader when it happens!