I had to take Rylie to the allergist yesterday. She was supposed to have another round of skin tests. Of course as soon as I picked her up from school and told her where we were going, she got upset. I told her that after we went to the doctor we could eat dinner at Chick Fil A and she could play on the playground, because she is always asking to play there and she rarely gets to. That would be her treat for being real good at the doctor. Well, it turned out that she couldn’t have the tests because she was on antibiotics (too bad they didn’t tell me that when I specifically asked about it the day before), but I still held up my end of the deal and we went to Chick Fil A.
After Rylie ate her normal three bites of food, we headed out to the playground. On the way out she said she had to poop, so we went into the bathroom. Now, Rylie has some problems with constipation, so sometimes when she says she has to go, it takes a few tries before she is able to go. So as I figured, she wasn’t able to go the first time we went in there.
The kids were having a great time playing on the playground. We found that Bryce can actually climb up in the hamster-maze-like structure by himself. Brian went up there and made sure there was no food or anything else that Bryce could put in his mouth, and he got to play with his big sister. They had a great time!
So anyway…back to the part about Rylie making a big fat liar out of me…
During the hour we were out there playing, Rylie and I made several trips to the bathroom. All were unsuccessful. Bryce was successful, however, and I had to take him to change his diaper. I had been talking to another mother out on the playground and after I changed Bryce’s diaper I made a comment to her that I would be so glad when he was potty trained so I didn’t have to deal with diapers anymore. She told me how they were in the process of potty training her 2.5 year old. I was telling her about our experience with Rylie’s potty training and how easy it was. I told her that she was potty trained very quickly, even at night, and I was hoping it would be as easy with Bryce. And just as I said the words “Rylie rarely has accidents”, it happened…
She was running around and just stopped. She looked at Brian and said “I’m going to pee my pants.” By the time he scooped her up to run to the bathroom, it was too late. It was already down her legs. Poor kid. She was so embarrassed. Earlier when I took Bryce to change his diaper she told me she had to pee, but since we had been in there like 100 times, I figured she just wanted attention because I had to deal with him. Yep, I’m the dummy that didn’t listen. And by the time she really had to go, it was too late. So here I am, telling this lady how easy it was to potty train my kid who never has accidents, and she had one right there. Really, lady, she IS potty trained!
Luckily I left Rylie’s backpack in the truck after school so we had a change of clothes. We went out to the truck and got her cleaned up and went back to the playground. I was mortified, though. I know that accidents happen, but for Rylie they really don’t…until, of course, there is an opportunity for her to make a liar out of me. Figures.
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