....of potty training.
At Baby Boy's second birthday (I guess that would mean he isn't a baby anymore. Pardon me while I dissolve into a puddle of tears.) he received a pack of big boy undies from my parents.
So far, the biggest challenge in the Potty Training of Boy Child is calling his underwear "undies" and not "panties". He has two older sisters and the vocabulary is a much harder habit to break than I anticipated.
About a week after his birthday, I decided to do what I did with my oldest daughter when I potty trained her. That is to say, I put him in his panties, er, undies, and just took him to the bathroom frequently and boy, did that ever NOT WORK AT ALL. We went through all 8 pairs of underwear by noon. So, as you might imagine, I was not feeling very optimistic that he was ready for bathroom independence.
At the beginning of this week, my friend-who-shares-my-namesake called me, ecstatic, because her son who is a few weeks older than Baby Boy potty trained in one day. Some people have called me competitive. I might be a little, small, tiny bit (extremely) competitive. So when I heard this, naturally I decided to try harder.
Well folks, fast forward to yesterday evening. While my child is not "prodigy baby trained in one day" like Super Friend's, he went in the potty last night and I freaked out at him; at which point he smiled nonchalantly and continued reading his book. We had no luck this morning, but he also went in the potty tonight. Two nights in a row, once a night might be only a small victory.
But it's a victory.
Rock on, baby boy. Rock on.
At Baby Boy's second birthday (I guess that would mean he isn't a baby anymore. Pardon me while I dissolve into a puddle of tears.) he received a pack of big boy undies from my parents.
So far, the biggest challenge in the Potty Training of Boy Child is calling his underwear "undies" and not "panties". He has two older sisters and the vocabulary is a much harder habit to break than I anticipated.
About a week after his birthday, I decided to do what I did with my oldest daughter when I potty trained her. That is to say, I put him in his panties, er, undies, and just took him to the bathroom frequently and boy, did that ever NOT WORK AT ALL. We went through all 8 pairs of underwear by noon. So, as you might imagine, I was not feeling very optimistic that he was ready for bathroom independence.
At the beginning of this week, my friend-who-shares-my-namesake called me, ecstatic, because her son who is a few weeks older than Baby Boy potty trained in one day. Some people have called me competitive. I might be a little, small, tiny bit (extremely) competitive. So when I heard this, naturally I decided to try harder.
Well folks, fast forward to yesterday evening. While my child is not "prodigy baby trained in one day" like Super Friend's, he went in the potty last night and I freaked out at him; at which point he smiled nonchalantly and continued reading his book. We had no luck this morning, but he also went in the potty tonight. Two nights in a row, once a night might be only a small victory.
But it's a victory.
Rock on, baby boy. Rock on.
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