I haven’t updated on Alexander’s potty training in awhile.
Reason being – not much had changed. Until last week.
I don’t know what happened. What occurred. What suddenly made him decide it’s time. But overnight – like a fish to water – he started peeing on the potty. No accidents. No crying. No messes. Just a boy and his potty.
My husband and I are extremely happy… but can’t get over the fact that he obviously knew what to do for awhile, but just thought taking his time would be more fun. Thanks, Alex! 🙂 But in all seriousness, like everyone kept telling me, he just got it… and that day finally came. For peeing.
For the other thing that occurs in the bowels of humans. Oh, my. That is another story.
He has found it – dare I say, amusing – that he poops in his pants, but pees on the potty. Yes, amusing. I have been greeted with a smile and a laugh for the past week in “big boy undies” that “I pooped, Mommy!” Like it’s a really, really good thing. Which it is. Just not in his undies. Something we have told him about 500 times the last week.
So today I took William and Alexander to my girlfriend’s pool club. (Jane, thank you for staying with Benjamin and Henry – I owe you!) I decided that I would try the trip without a diaper on Alexander. After all, he did the “deed” before we left and the pool was only 5 minutes away.
Off we went.
We were there for an hour and a half. I swear it was every 10 minutes – but in actuality… I kept asking Alex every 30 minutes if he had to go to the bathroom. “Nope… I’m OK Mommy.” I kept checking his bathing suit… and yes, he did seem to be “OK.”
Well… then I saw the red face. The hunch-over stance. And the closed eyes. Oh, and the grunt.
I guess we all know our child’s “sign.” That was Alex’s. UGH! Yes, right in his bathing suit. At the playground.
To the bathroom we went… I tried to be as calm as I could be – I know he’s a little guy. But – COME ON! A yucky mess on a hot summer day – in a wet bathing suit. You do the math.
Cleaned it up. Done. He said “sorry” about 20 times in the bathroom. And he promised he would tell me next time he felt ANYTHING coming on.
20 minutes later we walked through our door. Off went Alex to the bathroom. I’m thinking to myself… “He’s got it now… he can pee AND poop on the potty. As I went to see if he needed any help… I saw a little trail. And no, they weren’t rocks.
UGH!… and EWWW!
Mommy to the rescue…