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Stand-up

So over the course of the last few weeks, whilst I have otherwise been occupied by visitors, potty training has advanced rapidly. Most interesting.

Most interesting indeed. We have developed a bit of a routine which seems to be working well. Currently, V has 4 books to read on the potty. Usually each potty event is a lengthy one, requiring anywhere between 2 to 4 books. Sometimes with repeat reads on a particular favorite.

You also have to be completely naked. Well, not ‘you’, more like ‘him’. I remain fully clothed. So does Edward. There is a potty chart on the wall, smiley stickers on the counter and a little container of m&m’s. It’s a 3 pronged approach. I WILL get pee in the potty, even if it kills me.

Which it hasn’t! Hurray!!

We are currently averaging at least one pee on the potty per day. Miracle. He’s even poo’d on the potty too. Double miracle. Which is like a double rainbow…. a rare and awesome event.

Anyways, about a week and a half a new development arose. My Mum picked him up one day last month and come home with the news that Vince had done a ‘standup peepee’. Well, we were all in shock at hearing this news. I mean, A) where did he learn this and B) who taught him and C) where did he learn this?!

Honestly? Where did it come from! I’ve been doing 99% of the potty training. Ok, I’ve been doing %100 of the training. Edward was been ‘back-up’ and ‘support staff’ and sometimes ‘human resources’.

I’ve been teaching him to sit. But he has seen Daddy peepee a few times. And one of his potty books does have a picture of a baseball player doing a ‘standup peepee’.

So he’s self taught. Clearly a genius.

So when this miraculous event transpires at home, he usually has to be completely naked. He takes his little step stool over to the potty and puts it in front. Up he steps and then proceeds to balance himself by leaning forward with his hands on either the top of the toilet or holding on to the raised lid.

And then he simply leans forward.

Urine practically leaps out of his bladder and into the potty. Miracle!

Way more peeing going on then when he sits. WAY. It’s like a proper adult pee.

Hurray!! Huzzah!

“Mummy!! I need a paper towel!” (toilet paper), he shouted proudly at me, even though I was about 8 inches away from him.

I promptly tore off a piece of toilet paper and solemnly handed it to him. What he did next was not what I was expecting. He proceeded to lean down and wipe off the porcelain of the potty stating “Dis is icky. I clean it”.

Once clean, he proceeded to do what I had showed him to do with the toilet paper. Wipe.

Wipe! WIPE! Ack! As that little wad of tissue neared his ‘bits’ and I realized his intentions, I totally did a slow-mo leap towards his crotch (even though I was a foot away) and shouted “Nooooooooo…..!!!!!” in slow-mo as well.

I was too late. That paper dabbed at the bits and then was properly discarded in the potty. A sweet-faced smile proudly turned to me “Mummy! I did it!!!”

Ok, you sure did baby. You sure did.

I shudder thinking about the paper part, but thrill at the thought of him peeing on the potty. Who would have thought I would love urine so much?! Who would have thought toilets and I would be intimately involved?

Oh potty training, how I both love and loath you.

xoxo a.m.

 

Potty training? This site seems to have some tips and tricks for Mummies…

 

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Hurray for urine

Let me just say that my day was a huge poop. A giant turd. This does not, in any way, mean it was enjoyable or felt relieving.

Ugh. It was an awful day.

But then I picked up V. And man was he happy to see me.

“Dis MY Mummy,” he announced to his teachers that I see every day. I said ‘hi’, we chatted.

What followed with them was a huge conversation regarding potty-training and how it’s going to be super enforced as of February. Which is tomorrow, in case you were wondering. I packed a special pack of Thomas the Tank Engine underwear this evening and am thinking this might be the magic key.

In case you wanted to know more about my life, I will be doing a lot of laundry these next few months and will become immune to the smell of urine.

So buoyed by that chat with the teachers, we headed upstairs for a bath and some potty time. And we were on the potty for quite a while. We read two books about going potty. V told me repeatedly “Mummy!! I did it!!!” He did nothing. Nothing went in there, despite him telling me repeatedly that he ‘did it’. Whatever it was. Neither of those things were in there.

Imagine. V, naked, sitting on the potty. The tub full of bubbles next to us, just waiting.

Little legs kicking back and forth, he pointed to that part that I am expecting some pee action from and states rather solemnly “Mummy, dis my bum-bum”.

I burst out laughing. “No honey, that’s not your bum-bum. That’s your pee-pee. Hmm, no that’s your PENIS”.

“No Mummy, dats not my weenus, that’s my deek”.

And then? I did a huge double-take. Did he just say ‘dick’ like a two year old does? Is that what I heard? That’s honestly what I thought I heard.

He looked like he said something a bit naughty too. He giggled when saying it, and shot me a sly look. A sly look from V is like normal around here, but since it came with a potentially bad word… double suspicious.

I corrected him and told him it was his penis again. Which felt like just the weirdest word ever to say to a 2 1/2 year old. Any of those words are just weird. All of them are. I don’t ever want to have to say any of them to my child ever. Ack!!

Maybe I’ll tough up as I get older? Please say I will. PLEASE. Please…

xoxo a.m.

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Poop

This morning I got the best indication that potty training is a lot closer than I really thought.

I am so on the potty train and have been for the last few months. I’ve read all those things about how hard it is to potty train boys and am feeling pretty determined that I am not going to fall into that trap/cycle/pattern. Or whatever. Dammit! I WILL train this child!

So a while ago we got a little potty seat for the toilet. And this was quite exciting for a while. V sat on it, he got a treat and we clapped our hands.

And nothing happened. Which was to be expected. I just wanted him comfortable with the whole idea of it.

And then there was the miraculous poop. I redoubled my efforts after that holy event. And nothing happened. There wasn’t even a piddle in the potty.

And so we let the potty slide for a while.

And recently he’s become a little more interested in it. So we are sitting on the potty again. Counting to 10 and getting treats. Mummy goes potty. So does Daddy and Chewie.

V says exciting things to me like “Poo-poo poshy” and I whisk him off to the throne. Where nothing happens. In fact everything seems to happen the second we get off of the potty. I even tried, last week this was, having him sit on the potty while I slowly poured some water in the bathtub, thinking that would move things along.

All it did was made me have to go to the bathroom. And then when I plunked V in the tub after potty-time, he immediately peed in the tub. ARGH!

So over this last weekend, when V learned how to undo his diaper… well, lets just say that meant things were on the move.

And all M had to say about this was “Jame, I wish you hadn’t bought those cheap diapers.”

Well, excuse me for being more environmentally conscious and choosing to hit up the 7th Generation brand instead. Not cheap. But better. But maybe this purchase will bring on the training?

So this morning, while I was running around the house getting things sorted out for this morning, I heard a velcro-like rip and turned around to find V with a naked bum.

Holding his diaper in his hands. He toddled over to me and handed it carefully over. Oh look!! it was full of poo!!

How amazing! What a nice present! “M!! V has another present for you honey!” And he actually came downstairs, and then I handed him some poo. And then we laughed. And then I looked over at V who had this rather worried/scared look on his face.

I just felt awful. “Aw, honey, it’s ok!! Next time you have to go poo-poo you tell Daddy and you can go poo-poo on the potty!!” He perked up immediately.

Update 9:34 pm, so far there has been no poo-poo on the potty as of yet. I’ll keep you posted…

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