Happy Fatherhood Friday everyone! I've recovered such that I'm ready to catch up on all of the great bloggers over at dad-blogs.com, and you should do the same.
Since then, we've just been going with the flow (literally and figuratively) with him, trying to be encouraging but not pushy.
Accordingly, his interested has waxed and waned.
Lately, however, we have seen a resurgence in his interest in using the (so-called) "big boy potty." All I can say is, "Man, does Little Brother sure want to be a big boy like his Big Brother!"
(If Big Brother licked a toad, no doubt Little Brother would swoop in for seconds.)
And so, we've had some luck with Little Brother going pee-pee in the potty, albeit inconsistently.
He is very proud of himself, and has enjoyed wearing regular big boy underwear over his diaper.
The only downside is that the first time he was "successful", Big Brother was going potty in the other bathroom (leading Little Brother to say, "I want to go potty, too!"), meaning Little Brother had to use our bathroom.
And so now the Elmo potty seat is a
What adds to the fun of this potty training endeavor is that Little Brother has figured out a GREAT way to get attention is to yell out that he has to go potty.
This is a particular fun way to delay naptime, bedtime, etc.
Little Brother also ups the ante by taking off his pants AND diaper while in his crib. If you don't come and take him potty (fairly) promptly, you don't know what color of stain you might find in his crib.
Despite his interest in going pee-pee in the potty, he's still quite afraid to "drop the kids off at the pool."
So far, we've found a half-naked toddler nearby poop in:
1. His crib (TWICE)
2. Mom-E and Dad-E's shower (long story)
He's starting to become like Old MacDonald, because we seem to find a "poop, poop, here, and a poop, poop there. Here a poop. There a poop. Everywhere a poop, poop."
Fortunately we've only been graced with solid (versus mushy) poops.
While we're proud of his potty training efforts, it was a bit easier in the days when he just pooped in his pants.
Gallagher said "You don't have a baby, a baby has YOU!" I think it's time to replace "baby" with "child", and to extend that analogy throughout the lifespan.
Have a good weekend,