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Um, I feel like I should say something nice and consoling here....I got nothing. I can tell you that when I sold my house in Iowa the realtor was always berating me for not being a better housekeeper. Hey, my house is mostly clean even if it's kind of junked up with all my stuff. It used to piss me off too.

It sounds trite, but this too shall pass. Even the poop bombs. Lovely shuffle.

P.S. Boy cock, girl cock, eieio!

What are you doing Saturday? Meet me for coffee? I'll bring you yaaarrrrrnnnn.

OMG, that is too funny! I actually laughed out loud when I read, "I watched in abject horror as my child's ass turned into a poop-shooting cannon." My kid isn't potty-trained yet either and I agree, it's frustrating. I have to fly alone with him halfway across the country tomorrow. I wonder how many times he'll poop along the way.

omg omg omg - poop freaks me out. i gag when i pick up after the dog. that - that i couldn't have handled. i would have melted onto the floor and gone done the poop covered drain.

icky icky icky!!

Would it help if I told you that, someday, you'll yearn for the poop-shooting days?

Yeah, I thought not. Sorry. I kind of suck at this. Plus, it's not entirely true. While I do miss my son's babydays, I do not miss cleaning up his errant feces. Hey---there's something to cheer you up! A good band name: Errant Feces. (First and likely least successful album: Errant Feces Get the Blues)

Hi, you don't know me, but I love your blog. We seem to be living parallel lives. We're trying to sell our house in Michigan and potty train our 3-year-old Benny at the same time. Neither is working out well. The house has been on the market for six weeks, with two price reductions and zero offers.

Yesterday I screwed up on both fronts because I had the flu. I managed to drag Benny's and my sorry butts out of the house on time for a showing, but left muffin crumbs and odd bits of clothing around. Benny didn't use the potty once that day because I was too sick and distracted to keep the momentum going.

One thing that has helped immensely was renting a small, climate-controlled storage space that was nice enough to take Benny to. I transfered a bunch of extra things into storage and reduced tons of clutter. It's much easier to keep up the house now.

Anyway, good luck. Something's gotta break for you. Love the name Errant Feces for a rock band.

Do I even have to point out that she got her poop shooting style honestly?

And now I shall thank God and all his little angels that I am too far away from you to have you deservedly biff me in the back of my head.

Your house is too cluttered to be bought? Do these pinheads think the clutter comes with the house or is spontaneously generated?

Fab shuffle.

So, apparently I am only compelled to de-lurk for poop-related issues. (shit mittens and the like) I think this is a sad statement about my interests and hobbies. My youngest (almost 2) suffers constipation, but it seems that a nice bath will induce her to poop every time. Ahhhh, good times. good times.

Coffee makes me poop, too. TMI, I know.

A. wasn't potty trained until 3.5 and that's because we forced it. Underwear and sitting on the potty every half an hour, whether they need it or not. He's still in diapers at night and will be until college, I'm sure.

I'm totally feeling you on the potty training thing. Christian isn't either. He decided he wanted to wear underwear, and still poops in them. I'd rather change poopy pullups than poopy underwear! I'm crossing my fingers for you on the house, but it leaves me feeling dejected, I'm certain I have more clutter than you, so I'm stuck here in the 'hood forever, I just know it!!!

I got such a kick outta that story, I had to share it with my hunny -- And I promise it wasn't just for an excuse to read out loud and say "poop" several times. ;)

You absolutely HAVE to do away with the pullups. Don't even use them at all, except at night. She knows it's ok to go in the pullups. Use underwear. After the first few times of a mess, she will probably learn quickly. However, my kid was nearly 3.5 before she learned; she never had much interest in it before that age. I never used pullups.

Hello there... me again...

Just catching up on your blog since I been in Asia the past week.

You know what is scary, I remember having a poop in the bath incident when I was probably about 2.5 yrs old. I remember it happening, I remember my poor mother recoiling as she dipped her hand in to bathe me. I remember feeling the first flush of embarrassment (which has followed me through adulthood...)

I wonder if Clara will remember her 'moments' ? x