just call me sarge

me: ok, asher. you have to be still because i'm changing a stinky poopy. no kicking.
asher: yeah, dat's a big ol' poopy.
me: yep.
asher: sheeeeeeeeeew. it stinky.
me: yep. you need to tell me when you need to go poo-poo so that you can use the potty like a big boy.
asher: yeah.
*he looks down at me cleaning his dirty bottom.
asher: i jus got chokate ice cweam on da butt.
me: ew. i hope not.

gross, i know.

in other potty-related news, asher has been consistently going for long periods of time without going pee or poop in his diaper. i've noticed a couple of times that he's made it all the way through nap without going. this morning we went to the park and by the time we got home and ate lunch, it was time for nap. i got ready to change his diaper and noticed it was still dry! he had gone almost 2 1/2 hours without peepsing or poopsing! so i decided he should sit on the potty before going down for a nap. and we sat...

and sat...

and read a book about a little boy who goes potty and then gets to wear big boy undawears. apparently, not a very convincing read because we still sat...

and sat...

and finally mama decided that her little stinker was just stalling so he wouldn't have to go take a nap...

so he went down for his nap and when he woke up he peed and pooped in his diaper.

a friend told me about a 3-day potty training bootcamp. i think it's about time to get serious with his stubborn booty. oh, you'll know when i decide to get started. it should produce some extremely frustratingly funny, blog-worthy moments.

maybe i'll even make asher start calling me sarge.