Baby 2 wanted to wear underwear. SCHWEET! It’s like he’s toilette training himself.
I started putting it on over his diapers. Just so he can get used to it. Then I took away the diaper. But within 30 minutes I see a big puddle on the floor. I asked my eldest why’d he spilled the apple juice but didn’t say anything. He denied that it was him. Then I felt Baby 2’s pants. It was wet. How could he not feel that?!?
Next I tried to put his underwear on, but I put the diaper on after. That way he’ll feel the wetness on the underwear and I wouldn’t have to clean anything up. Smart right??
Not until he took a massive dump. MASSIVE! And he STILL didn’t say anything. My eldest says “I smell hotdogs!”
Both kids are at my brother’s house. I come to pick them up and the baby stinks of poop.
Me: can’t you smell that!?!?
Me: he’s poo’ed
Brother: I thought I smelled hotdogs
So, we all go upstairs to change his diaper. I take off the diaper and his underwear is FILLED with poop. UGH! There’s a lot and it stinks. Franklin is freaking out. He cannot handle a mess. “Throw it away!” he yells. “It’s going to stink” I yell back. “Wrap it in paper towels”. It doesn’t help that garbage pickup is every other week up here. UGH!
Maybe stickers or stamps. Next will be bribery – that works on all ages.