Friday, September 2, 2011

Klingon In The House

There's a Klingon in my house

(I should preface this post with an apology for my crude attempt at photoshoping Little K's face onto a Klingon's...never said I was a photoshop wiz...that's Hubby's department and he's sleeping at the moment)

So Day 3 (or is it 4) of potty training and I fear it might be back-firing with Little K...and not in the way I've hoped (hehe) He has become VERY much a "Cling-on", clinging on to me almost continuously.  He is absolutely freaked out by the feeling he gets telling him that the poop is coming.  Whenever the feeling comes, he's yelling my name, screaming for me to pick him up and hold him.  The only thing that's happening is nothing's happening (or very little) except constipation.  He's no doubt uncomfortable, but enough already.  Well, I'm on the backtrack now.  I guess he's not quite ready.

My friends are assuring me that this is pretty normal and not to worry that he's going to follow in Big T's withholding footsteps.

I hope they're right, 'cuz the thought of that is stressing me out.


CaffeinatedOCMommy said...

Potty training is in the air! My Darling Jill, it WILL happen, but in the mean time, you might like this post I just read yesterday...

Blowing kisses... xoxo

Mommy Inconsistent said...

Thanks Caffe...checked out the post and who knew that's all it takes? I'll need to work on that - haha!