Poop

Sophie is a poop holder.  As a result of this, she has given herself "encopresis", a condition that is characterized by "involuntary soiling". Translation: she poops her pants.

The pants pooping started a long time ago.  We took her to the pediatrician; he told us to give her Miralax for a week; we did it; she stopped pooping in her pants.  But this January, she started again and with a vengeance. We ended up at the Encopresis clinic where we were given a strict regime to follow that includes "potty sits", bowel charting and enough laxatives to make a horse explode.

It's been 7 months and she's not really any closer to just pooping in the toilet.  In fact, the poop lady suggested that we put her back in pullups. Her thinking was that Sophie would object and get her act together, or that Sophie would experience some peer pressure and get her act together, or, at the very least, we wouldn't be washing poopy undies all the time (we had renamed our utility sink the "shit sink"). She was right about that last part, but only that last part.

Here is a conversation I had with our nanny about it shortly after we re-instituted pullups in our house:

Tyler: I think we've taken a step backwards.

Me: How is that possible? I'm pretty sure my back is against the wall.

Tyler: Lucy asked her mom if she could wear pullups like Sophie.

Me: Awesome.

Sophie is perfectly happy to wear pullups and NEVER use the toilet unless forced. Everyone keeps saying that one day she'll just stop, but I'm thinking of that woman from NASA who wore adult diapers so she wouldn't have to take potty breaks as she drove across Texas to shoot her boyfriend's fiance.

I'm worried about insanity.