Urine nation

Declan's potty training is going fairly well.  And by 'fairly well', I mean:

Where he used to acquiesce like a docile lamb when we asked him if he had to go "pee" or "potty", he now cringes, shouts "No!" with a furrowed brow and cowers like we're about to smack him with the yellow pages.  Thankfully, this annoying new habit is accompanied by another that sees him announcing unexpectedly to us that he has to pee or, almost better, us wondering where our son is only to find that he's taken the initiative to walk into the bathroom and go by himself.  This is great except for the fact that he then tries to empty the plastic bucket into the toilet unaided ("Buh-bye!  Buh pee!") and consequently drenches most of everything around it.  Good intentions, though.

Dex loves his happies (Smarties) after every successful evacuation (he only gets two at a time) and I'm only slightly offended that my wife has taken to storing them above the toilet in my quaich.  Which, for the uninformed, is a shallow two-handled Scottish drinking bowl (mine is silver) intended, if anything, for scotch or brandy.  Parents of young children are iconoclasts of the first order.

Number Two isn't going quite as well.  He's pooped on the floor (Amy was amazed at how solid and, well, large it was), in his underpants, and seems to be making a concerted effort to constipate himself when we force him to trot around the house in a state of dishabille and won't allow him a diaper or underpants. 

My favourite phone call at work so far was the warning that, "Dex pooped in his bed during his nap this afternoon, it got everywhere, and it was all I could do to bundle the sheets onto the front step without hurling.  You'll have to hose them off when you get home from work before washing them."

This is way fun.

Comments

[Mark]

Wow. We've been lucky on the pooping front. Of course, we only started all this on Saturday. He slept in a diaper the first two nights. The first, he woke up poopy, and the second he woke up dry. Been in breifs ever since, and no accidents. Dumped in the toilet Monday and hasn't done it anywhere since. So, we'll see where his next BM ends up. Man, can you believe we're typing all this out loud?

But, again, our boy is 3. So, even more than usual, we should not go about comparing. It's always fun to share, though.

[marian]

I can understand that when you have two in diapers you are anxious to get one of them out of them, but I will tell you that some kind of magic happens at age 3, which makes it all much, much, easier, should you tire of hosing sheets when you get home from work.

[dee]

ohhh I so agree with Marian. The first boy trained himself at two, bought him underpants one day and that was it, no accidents, no hosing off sheets. I, naturally, took all the credit for this mircle and was certain I could make it happen with boy number two. Fought with him for a year untill one day this magic light switch flicked and he was trained seemingly overnight. So, boy number three came along and I though hey..maybe it has nothing to do with my efforts and I let him be...he was just over three and boom...done, no accidents, no fights. Something magic about three I tell ya.

[TerriTorial]

The manchild in this house is loving the pee in the potty trick and will not sit down to pee but rather stand up and make little pee arches moving the woody all around. He even will tear off a little piece of toiletpaper toss it in to give him something to aim for. He'll be 3 at the end of the month.

Now poop is another story. He's only pooped in there a couple of times and he could really care less. He's much happier pooping in his gotch. Not so happy about that but he will learn in time. Right? RIGHT? PLEASE SAY RIGHT!

[marian]

Yes, he will, Terri. If not before he goes to school, then at the very least by then. Peer pressure is a wonderful thing!

Seriously, though, good luck.