The days are running together with the dramatic events unfolding. Friday night he had an upset stomach that led to runny poop all over the living room--Rebecca stayed late with the boys Friday night so Trey and I could go on a date--so she got the honors of the clean up. Saturday was pretty uneventful until...He pooped in the kitchen construction zone--right by the back door--YUCK!! I would have given him some points had he gone in the "new" bathroom (No fixtures--but I would have taken it as a step in the right direction to use the bathroom in a room that will be the bathroom). Sunday was quiet. First thing this morning we put him on the potty--with promises of a toy or a trip to Chuck E Cheese. Nothing. We left for work. I went home midmorning to let Rebecca know the promises that had been made in case he used the bathroom. Nothing. Went home for lunch and somewhere between midmorning and lunch Drew had snuck behind the sofa and pooped in his pants.
NOTHING WORKS!!! He's even started to say that he just wants to stay home when we tell him he can go to the beach/Monkey Joes/Chuck E Cheese/the Movies if he goes poop on the potty.
On a positive note, he is getting better with his aim so I no longer have to mop the bathroom multiple times a day.
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