A success and a fire

You never know what’s going to happen around our house these days. A potty training 3 year old, a dare devil 18 month old, a newborn, and 2 sleep deprived women can make for some interesting times (poor Doug doesn’t stand a chance!!) and tonight was no exception. The night started like any normal night around here with bedtime, but Macy was very off. She kept crying for different reasons in bed and we all knew that something was up.
Macy’s been potty training for about a week and a half. She’s been accident free for 5 days and today she went to the potty without being asked or telling anyone…she just went on her own! I was so impressed!! She hasn’t pooped on the potty yet (she would wait until she was in a diaper for her nap or bedtime), but I was more worried about mastering the peepee before we crossed that bridge. Omie and Doug both promised Macy fun rewards whenever she did poop in the potty…Omie promised a smiley face cake and Doug promised a trip to the zoo.
On one of my trips back into her room tonight she said that she wanted to go poop on the potty. I knew she needed to, but she’s tried before without success…and it’s a great stall tactic! So she came into the kitchen to sit on her little potty. Usually Macy is very private when she’s doing her business, so mom, Doug, and I were ignoring her while we got our dinner ready in the kitchen. I just knew that she was going to have success this time.
While I was getting dinner ready, I leaned over to put something back in the fridge and thought I smelled something burning. I figured it was something in the fridge that had been cooked earlier and didn’t think anything of it. A few minutes later Doug mentions that he smells something burning and mom remembers the bread she put in the oven to toast.
Now, a little background on my mom’s relationship with bread…basically bread shutters at the sound of her name. You can probably see the bread shaking in it’s bag as she walks down the bread aisle. My mom is known (possibly worldwide) for burning bread, but this time she outdid herself. Mom opened the oven and the bread was on fire…ON FIRE…4 little pieces of bread and all 4 were engulfed in flames (now in mom’s defense this trait is genetic so we can blame it all on genetics…and maybe a little on the half hour of sleep she got the night before)! Meanwhile remember, we’re all trying to be quiet and nonchalant so Macy will poop, so mom and Doug quickly (and pretty quietly) extinguish the bread.
Well, the bread fire completely threw Macy off so I put her diaper back on and took her back to bed. By this point we were all ready for her to stay there so I told her that if she cried again Doug would come and take a “friend” (aka stuffed animal) out of her bed. I left the room and, sure enough, she started crying. So Doug went in to talk to her. After he had been in there a couple minutes I heard Macy freak out so I knew the friend was gone, but to my surprise, just a minute later, Doug was carrying her to the potty.
Apparently (I’ll try to avoid too many details) she couldn’t hold it anymore and her freak out was because she didn’t want to go in her diaper. Thankfully this time she was able to poop in the potty!!! By this time she was about an hour and a half late for bedtime, but I was so excited I would have let her stay up until midnight. I’m so proud of her!! Hopefully her trip to the zoo and smiley face cake tomorrow will motivate her to make this a habit!! (and mom will get more sleep tonight so we can keep fires out of our kitchen!) 😉