2 Birds with One Stone.

Potty training seemed to come pretty easy, once Ellie decided she was on board with the whole idea.

But how happy should I be about it, if the whole pooping process is still a bit rough around the edges? Sure, she's got no problem making it to the potty, climbing up, getting the poop into the potty... it's the "After" where the the problems begin.

First of all, she's very stealth when she goes poop. Often, she'll sneak off to the potty without telling anyone, and do her business. This wouldn't be a problem, except that she has an aversion to wiping. We bought her wipes instead of toilet paper, so it would be easier on her little butt... she still doesn't like to wipe. So we have to always keep an eye out for her and catch her when she goes so that we can wipe it for her, or else she poops, and then pulls her panties right back up without wiping. Then we end up with the issue I had last night-- all thousand pairs of panties that she owns end up with some pretty decent skid marks in them, and not a single clean pair can be found.

So, there's that issue, and then there's the one she got in serious trouble for doing-- more out of Ricardo's disgusted SHOCK than anything else, I think...

Let me set up the scene for you:

Ricardo's in the living room, sitting on the floor, fixing my parents' computer.

I am otherwise occupied, maybe gathering up some dirty laundry to wash? I think I was in the hall, from the perspective I remember of the event.

Ellie comes sauntering casually out of the bathroom, I saw her out of the corner of my eye... I knew she was bare-butted like always, but paid no attention because I knew she was headed into the living room and figured Ricardo would take care of it. Oh, take care of it, he did.

"ELLIE LYN ESCOBAR! GO BACK TO THE BATHROOM NOW!!!!" And his accent was thicker than usual, like when he's REALLY mad :)

My eyes grew wide at the sound of her middle and last name being used-- I knew she was doing SOMETHING gross. That's the only time Ricardo gets mad at her like that. If it's just behavioral issues, he's got all the patience in the world. He can NOT tolerate, however, her less-than-ladylike habits involving poop and using the potty.

I rushed into the living room to intervene before WW3 broke out.

So, apparently she pooped, wedged a wipe between her butt cheeks for storage purposes, so she'd have her arms free to swing casually at her sides as she wandered into the living room, wipe flapping in the breeze behind her like a little white tail.

Upon reaching her destination, she planted herself in front of the TV, cocked her butt to the side, and pulled the wipe OUT of her butt. She stood there and started to wipe, eyes fixed on Spongebob.

That's when Ricardo ralized what was going on, and the yelling began.

Practicing some SERIOUS damage control, I immediately scooped her up and rushed her back into the bathroom, explaining what her offense had been. She looked bewildered:

What?? You mean, wiping my poopy butt in front of the TV is NOT okay to do??? Well, okay...I thought I was killing two birds with one stone, but... well, then what about my storage method of the wipe?? Tell me THAT wasn't clever, eh??

Oh... not so much, huh? Well, alright, maybe I could TRY to keep it in the bathroom next time... You weird adults, always freaking out for no reason at all...