The Drama Queen's Business

As you might remember from this post, we have been potty training Ashlee. All has been going fairly well. She still wears diapers/pull ups at nap and bedtime, but if I remember to remove said diaper, she goes in panties most of the day.

Usually we only have 1 accident a day...usually. Yesterday was the 1st time that we went in public without a backup method of protection. We went to a birthday party AND Luke and I took all 5 kids to Wal-mart. Yes, I know we're crazy...and you already knew that too if you REALLY know us.

Ashlee did quite well. We peepeed before we left the party and immediately upon our arrival at the Wal-mart. I will say, our Wal-mart has recently undergone a dramatic face lift and the bathrooms are rather nice, compared to most public bathrooms and for a Wal-mart bathroom.

She peed both times and remained dry the entire afternoon. However, after naps yesterday, I forgot to remove her diaper. When her diaper is on, she feels free to "begin" in her diaper but then she wants to finish in the potty so that she can get her prize of 2 milk chocolate chips.

She's crazy about "chocky chips" and announces to me (the second her liquid hits the water) that she needs one for her mad pottying skills.

Yesterday, she began a poop in her diaper. Now, if you know my Ashlee you know that she is chock full of Drama. How that much drama fits into a 26 lb red-head I'll never know. At any rate, she realizes that she has begun in her diaper and that poopy diapers do not equal 2 "chocky chips."

Our interaction that followed went something like this:

Ashlee: "Mom! I need to poop!"

Me: (Cutting up some fruit and totally not prepared to fly into potty helper mode) "Okay, okay, let's go!"

Ash: (Holding her diaper and said poop away from her butt) "Huhwee Mom. It's poop!"

Me: "Okay, okay, let's hurry." I get to the bathroom and realize that she's already gone some in her diaper. I clean what I can up and sit her on the potty hoping that she'll finish.

Me: "Now Ashlee, don't get off the potty without Mommy because you're bottom is dirty, okay?"

Ash: "Yes 'sam Mom."

I proceed to go back and try and figure out what I was was just doing. Don't worry, I didn't touch the fruit.

Almost immediately I hear death curling screams from the bathroom. I assume that she's fallen into the toilet because she refuses to use the potty seat. Instead, I find her standing beside the potty, pointing at the smear of poop she's left on the seat.

She's seriously screaming, clearly traumatized.

I step around her grabbing a wipe to begin cleaning up and then she sees "it." Her screams are taken to a whole new level, an ear piercing level that no human should be allowed to physically make. I think every dog in the state heard Ashlee, standing naked, smeared and smelly in the bathroom.

Her arm extends as she yells, "More poop."

She points, in horror, at a single terdlet on the floor, just by my feet. I scoop it up with a wipe and plop in the toilet. I flush and again, she is aghast.

Her favorite part of going potty (second to the chocky chips, of course) is the flushing and I have done her chore for her.

Oh my, life with a Drama Queen is not easy. Potty training a Drama Queen takes "not easy" to a whole new level.