Pre-Mature Celebrations
Approximately 8:30am this morning, the Sweet Pea was sitting on the toilet in front of an appreciative captive audience. I waited with bated breath staring at his wee wee (that sounds completely awful, and yeah, we use cutesy names for body parts around here, but hey, that's what I was doing); in case it decided to make some pee pee in the potty. After a few minutes, he peed. Success! Applause all around, toddler boys were tossed in the air joyfully and jelly belly bribes are given. Hopes were high that today might be the end of our diaper days.
Fast forward to approximately 8:30pm tonight, I have been home for about an hour and my mom had told me how the Sweet Pea was a potty training wonder and hadn't peed in a diaper all day. In fact, she was so confident that he understood the concept of peeing in a toilet that she'd left him without a diaper. Of course, the Sweet Pea was no where to be found and I had to go looking for my little wonder to find out if needed to go again.
He was in our home office, next to J's desk chair staring at his crotch. One day I'll look back on today and wonder why the hell I needed to feel his bottom. Were the wet spots on the carpet not enough? Did I really need to feel that wetness for myself? Apparently I did, and felt my arm do a violent recoil as soon as my skin registered the feel of his soaking pajama pants. Back to the drawing board. Tomorrow we'll keep the pull ups on.
4 comments:
awww, that's so good! yay for sweet pea! he's definitely got it. it'll just take some practice to realize that he's supposed to let you know every single time.
feeling the wetness for yourself? that part made me laugh and nod because i totally understand. should turtle have an accident, i don't do it anymore.....but i used to.
Go Sweet Pea! We have re-started potty training in our house too. But on a side note, baby girl was straddling my legs eating lunch at a cafeteria one day when I felt something awfully warm and moist on my legs. I held her out in front of me as I got up and sure enough she peed on me. I took her to the bathroom to change her pronto but fully admit that for some strange reason it grossed me way out knowing her pee was clinging onto my legs and pants than the thought of wiping her poopy butt. Go figure.
Junior peed on me today in the bathtub. You know, no one told me that potty training was tough. Kids are resistant, aren't they? Thanks for your nice comment. I'm back to good. :)
ah, the automatic need to 'feel' the wetness physically... been there. Aw...
Ups and downs...
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