Poo tug of war

We have started potty training Jasmine. I went out and bought about 20 cute undies as bribes to get her to use the potty. In reality I've found that the best bribe is ice-blocks! So once we've finished the long process of potty training we will commence the long process of ice-block weaning. :)

The first time we tried to get her to use the potty she sat nicely for about 5 minutes while I read her a book, then she decided to teach teddy how to do a poo on the potty. I thought this was a great idea and encouraged her to show teddy how it was done. She squatted by the potty while she sat teddy down on it and explained "you sit down potty, teddy. Wait, teddy and do little poo poo.". After a few minutes I asked her whether she wanted to have another sit on the potty and I started to help her to stand up only to discover a steaming turd on the floor underneath her!!!

She'd been telling Teddy how to push while she was backing one out!

I was trying so hard not to laugh while I congratulated her on almost doing a poo poo on the potty. But then the clean up operation had to commence, and once Jasmine saw me picking up her poo in some toilet paper she was clearly overwhelmed by a sense of propriety over the poo, and tried to grab it out of my hand to hold it herself. So there's me, with my hand on a hot poo (in toilet paper), the other end held (also in toilet paper, thank god) by my not so predictable 2-year-old who is DESPERATELY trying to pry it out of my hands. It was like a poo-tug-of-war! I was just waiting for one of us to lose our grip and the whole lot to go flying through the air!

Eventually the steaming turd made it to the toilet (in several pieces mind you), and Jasmine had the thrilling responsibility of putting it in the bowl and flushing it down. 

To my utter delight she's done two more poos in the potty in the last two days, and today announced it's arrival to me by telling me "it's coming out now". 

Jasmine enjoying the fruits of her labour this morning.