Hi ladies!
Libby, have I got a story for you!! So, everything was going awesome with Samuel and his potty training. He was pooping and peeing in the potty, then out of nowhere he crapped his pants and refused to poop in the potty. So, I had read prior to crapping his pants that in order to get them to go on the potty they have to clean up after themselves. Put the poo in the potty, wash themselves and so on. So, we tried this. The first time it was awful! Samuel scrubbed his undies and had a fit the entire time, saying it was gross and yucky. The point being is you make it such a gross experience they don't want to do it again. Well, Samuel crapped his pants again. So, we tried the scrubbing your undies again and it totally backfired on me. SAMUEL ENJOYED IT!! He thought it was gross and yucky, but he looked at it as helping, and man does this kid like to be a big helper. So, I had to think quickly! THE DIAPER FAIRY! I don't know if I told you ladies before, but the diaper fairy came and took all the diapers away so Samuel had to wear big boy undies. So, the last time he crapped his pants we went to go get a clean pair of undies and they were all gone! Where did they go??? Samuel was looking for the undies when the phone rang. It was the diaper fairy! She was calling to tell Samuel she came and took his undies because he kept having accidents and in order to get his undies back he needed to go poop in the potty. Well, that did it! He was stoked! couldn't wait to poop in the potty. Sat on the potty forever trying to poop. I called Samuel a couple more times from the closet acting like the diaper fairy just to keep his spirits up. It became bedtime and samuel wanted to put his jammies on. Only problem was, you gotta wear undies to wear jammies. So, he went commando that night, which he wasn't too trilled about. The next morning he was doing the "I gotta poop" dance (still no undies). So, I set him on the potty and lucky for us the doorbell rang. I told him it was the diaper fairy coming to see if he had pooped yet! It was really some lady telling us our dog had gotten out, but I rolled with it! That's all it took. He pooped in the potty and while he was doing that and I was cheering him on, Dan ran back in the room and put his undies back in his drawer. Told Samuel he thought he saw the diaper fairy in his room, Samuel ran in his room and was super excited to see his undies back. When he was in the shower later that day, I told him that the diaper fairy stopped by again to see him and told me to tell him that if he goes poop and pee on the potty with no accidents that she will leave him presents. We bought a package of sesame street undies and with every week he goes with out accidents he will discover a new pair of undies in his drawer. Then after a month or so, we're going to get him a bigger present, like an outfit or something. So far so good. It's working! Try something like that. Diaper fairy.
AFU, I went to Target last night to return and EXCHANGE some nursing tops that my step sister gave me while I was pregnant. The lady in customer service was such a bitch! When we arrived she was talking to herself and running all over behind the counter, to be honest it looked like she was on some sort of drug. Dan and I patiently waited for her to help up and she was like "COME OVER HERE! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" I just thought, awwww crap this is going to just make my night... I tried to explain to her that I was given these tops and I wanted to return them, she cut me off and flat out told me I couldn't. Said I needed the receipt. I explained to her I didn't have a receipt because they were given to me. Then she said that she needed my ID to return them, I told her I didn't have mine and asked Dan if we could use his and she cut us off saying that we couldn't use his. I was super confused. I think she read my mind because I was just about to ask to speak to a manager when she said "FINE, GIVE ME YOUR ID!" Dan gave her his ID and she scanned it and said something about me reaching my limit with my ID and that's why I didn't have it? Then she handed us a gift card and rudely said, "BYE!" No, have a good day, no thanks for coming just a rude BYE. Dan looked at me as we were walking away and LOUDLY said, "she should NOT be in customer service!" I couldn't believe how rude she was. End of story, I got some cute nursing tank tops.