Poopy Pants & Time Outs

I babysit a 2 year old girl every Wednesday. She was potty trained around Christmas time. Today, I was on the phone and I hear her say, "Case, I go poopy in my pants." I quickly get off the phone and go into Case's bathroom where I find poop on the rug, on her shoes, on her legs, in her underwear, everywhere. Right behind me is Siahna. I quickly shut her in Case's room and tell the two of them to stay in there until I'm finished cleaning up. I get things cleaned up and go to get new clothes for little girl. No new underwear, just 1 lonely diaper. So, the diaper goes on and I hope to goodness that she doesn't mess her diaper because there's no back up and her only underwear are dirty. I quickly start a load of laundry. Day goes by. The girls go down for a nap. Little girl wakes up with poops in her pants again. What am I thankful for today....um, that said little girl is getting enough fiber????? Or that I'm just thankful to be making a little extra income. Yes, that is what I remind myself as I'm cleaning up someone else's child.

On another note...Siahna had her first time out today. Scratch that. Make that about seven time outs. She has discovered the joy of climbing up on the dining room chairs and onto the table. While I was switching clothes over from the washer to the drier today, I heard a loud thump on the floor from upstairs. I waited and listened for crying but didn't hear any. All of a sudden Case comes running down. "Mommy, mommy. Siahna fell off the chair and is hurt." I go running up and say, "Are you sure? I don't hear her crying." Case - "She's holding her breath."

Yikes! That was a long time to inhale for the scream. I find her next to the chair and quickly pick her up. She has a big bruise on her forehead and I could tell that she hurt her leg because she wouldn't stand on it. I was pretty sure I was going to have to take her to the ER. I got her calmed down and stretched her leg out and helped her "walk" it off. Bruised, but not broken. Then, I decided she needed to learn the meaning of "No" and put her in the playpen every time she climbed back up there. Doesn't she remember she just fell and hurt herself doing the exact same thing? Seven times in a row she went into time out. What am I supposed to do? Not have chairs at the kitchen table?

Okay, so what am I thankful for here? That she's quick to forget things in her past? That she's willing to get back up again and jump in the saddle? No. I am thankful that she has the ability to climb. Our therapist told us a while back that she worked with a child for 18 months to get the child to sit up. Siahna may be behind, but thank the good Lord it didn't take her 18 months to learn how to sit. It could always be worse I frequently remind myself.