Phew, it has been awhile (since my last post was in September, when we were just going on vacation)! But it looked like I'd better get back here when I found myself in the IHOP bathroom wondering how my life had gotten to this point...
So we are getting somewhere now with potty training after having hit a wall for awhile there. Once Little M went to preschool, he started getting VERY interested in doing things more for himself, and wanting to wear big boy underpants.
He's mastered #2, but still needs help with the cleanup.
When I say mastered, I mean he yells, "DON'T COME IN WITH ME!!!!" Then as soon as he's on the potty yells, "ARE YOU COMING IN, MOMMY???" Then I get, "DON'T LOOK AT MY POOPY!" It's fun times in the bathroom at our house.
Number 1 has taken some more work. When it's been overnight, and he's been able to hold it, we have a fire hose situation. And it's just been the last day or so that he's even been AWARE that he could actually touch the hose to direct the flow, so it was like a wash down of the potty and trash every time we were in the bathroom in the early morning. But he'd be trying to make it in the bowl, by leaning over and bending his knees. And I'd be laughing so hard while trying NOT to laugh that I couldn't get myself to tell him HOW to direct the flow. It was BAD parenting. But SO entertaining. I have gotten over this, and we're making progress.
Most of the problem is that he is still vertically challenged. Little M still needs to use a step stool to clear most toilet bowl rims, and usually this puts him up too high for accuracy, but it also means that if we are out in public, say, at IHOP, for instance, and I have FORGOTTEN this fact...then we are screwed.
OK, just me, because he's not going to go until he is GOOD and ready, which is why I found myself standing in front of the toilet yelling, "Please just stand on my feet, and PEE-PEE IN THE POTTY!" And wondered how this is what became of my life.
With apologies to Dr. Suess, may he not be turning in his grave:
He would not pee-pee sitting down,
He could not pee-pee from the ground.
He would not pee-pee standing on the seat,
I could not hold him on MY feet.
He would not, could not go, go, go,
Until on the ground, my purse I'd throw.
Then on my phone, he stomped his feet,
But pee and water, finally did meet.
The phone lived, by the way. Those things are surprisingly resilient! And we finally, FINALLY got to go home. And his pull-up stayed dry once again. Go, Little M.