Liam and the toilet have become one, and we couldn't be more relieved. It's been an exhausting process, probably the hardest thing yet in this whole "being a parent" gig. I think Liam's results are fairly decent considering we didn't really start until mid-September. He knew about the potty before then, but flatly refused any part of it. Back then he would say, "No potty, diaper change." In hindsight, he may have been doing this because of his new baby brother in the house.
We went through several incarnations while undergoing this process:
Saggy Pull-Up Gangsta (refusing to take off well-used training pants)
Peepee on the Ground Monster ( thinking it was great fun to pee directly on the floor and then laugh hysterically)
Just Call Me Cakes ( the time he put an entire pancake in the back of his Pull-Up and declared, "poopoo pancake."
Mr. A (standing right in front of us and urinating through his clothes, then saying "It's OK, an accident" — the lilt in his voice so endearing.
Liam the Nudist ( striping down and running around with toilet paper.)
3 comments:
Isn't it wonderful when they finally "get" it! He is growing way too fast, but I am so proud of him!
That's pretty exciting! He looks so cute in his underoos. If he doesn't grow lenthwise you'll get another year out of his pants, because the diaper takes up more room than undies.
Woohoo! Remy too! Bye bye money-sucking pull up's!
Remy even wears his undies to preschool now. They are officially not babies :(
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