I can't wait till A is in middle school
Really, I can. I know what those boys are like...whew! (and P.U. too!) But after what I will post today, I'm sure he'll be properly mortified only when his voice starts cracking and he smells like Gym Shoe most of the day.
Last week, D removed the crib rail from A's bed, converting it into his Big Boy Bed in a simple, yet highly gratifying, step. A ran down the steps and told me all about it in his most explosive, deep-voiced superhero way: "MOMMY! DADDYTOOKOFFDASIDEOFDABEDANITTURNTO-INABIGBOYBED!!!!!!!" And then he ran a lap around the first floor, before going back upstairs to try it out. He's done really well so far, and has only fallen out once, I think. It's a nice change, and he hasn't noticed the freedom it could give him yet. He still stays in there till we come in to get him when he wakes up, and hasn't started wandering the house in the middle of the night. But that's not that embarrassing to a middle-schooler.
We went to a good pal's house the other day, and that good pal was enjoying a lollipop because he pooped on the potty for the first time. A was duly impressed, and wanted to try it out too. Unsuccessful so far with that (sparing details of which I know you'd rather remain ignorant), but we went to Target yesterday, and chose several pairs of Big Boy Underwears. I like to add the "s" on the end, just because. I thought we'd be trying them out in a couple of weeks, when my mind was centered on a good potty-training strategy, but he was so excited about "DARTH UNDERWEARCANIWEARITWHENWEGETHOME????" that I felt one must strike while the iron is hot. So we're armed with reward candies, clorox wipes, and loads of underwears. I rolled up the living room rug, and ask every three minutes whether he has to pee or not. Or if he wants to use the potty for "some privacy time," as he says when things get unnaturally quiet and he finds a corner to hide in, and emerges when the room smells so bad I don't need to ask. Now that's embarrassing. Sigh.
Last week, D removed the crib rail from A's bed, converting it into his Big Boy Bed in a simple, yet highly gratifying, step. A ran down the steps and told me all about it in his most explosive, deep-voiced superhero way: "MOMMY! DADDYTOOKOFFDASIDEOFDABEDANITTURNTO-INABIGBOYBED!!!!!!!" And then he ran a lap around the first floor, before going back upstairs to try it out. He's done really well so far, and has only fallen out once, I think. It's a nice change, and he hasn't noticed the freedom it could give him yet. He still stays in there till we come in to get him when he wakes up, and hasn't started wandering the house in the middle of the night. But that's not that embarrassing to a middle-schooler.
We went to a good pal's house the other day, and that good pal was enjoying a lollipop because he pooped on the potty for the first time. A was duly impressed, and wanted to try it out too. Unsuccessful so far with that (sparing details of which I know you'd rather remain ignorant), but we went to Target yesterday, and chose several pairs of Big Boy Underwears. I like to add the "s" on the end, just because. I thought we'd be trying them out in a couple of weeks, when my mind was centered on a good potty-training strategy, but he was so excited about "DARTH UNDERWEARCANIWEARITWHENWEGETHOME????" that I felt one must strike while the iron is hot. So we're armed with reward candies, clorox wipes, and loads of underwears. I rolled up the living room rug, and ask every three minutes whether he has to pee or not. Or if he wants to use the potty for "some privacy time," as he says when things get unnaturally quiet and he finds a corner to hide in, and emerges when the room smells so bad I don't need to ask. Now that's embarrassing. Sigh.
3 Comments:
Poor little guy, lol. Now that's a story for later blackmail usage ;) I supposse though after watching this instructional video, your technique might need to be revised, Japanese style, lol!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFVoLz88hiU&eurl
Love, Laura
Darth Underwears!? That's sure to be a good motivator. Who wants to stink up Darth? When my boys were of potty training age, we had Bob the Builder, who was strangley positioned front and center of the crotch! What design genius thought of that?
oops, I meant "strangely"
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