Toilet Training Christmas Highlight

Still toilet training, or really doing it this time.  I finally pulled the diapers, Sam can wear them at night only.  It's been a long week of bathroom trips but he is finally coming around, or at least peeing in the toilet with minimal accidents.  Pooping is another story.

Christmas we literally spent running back and forth from the toilet every time we spotted the "poop-face."  He would then sit on the toilet and freeze.  At my parents' house, several trips (maybe fifteen?) and several pairs of underwear later, I sat him down on the toilet and went back down to Christmas dinner to find a book to read him and my glass of wine.  I wheeled an office chair into the bathroom and settled in for the long haul.  He looked up at me like I was crazy, "what are you doing?"
"We're going to read a book and wait for your poop."
"It came."
We peered into the toilet and sure enough, he had produced.  I cleaned him up and he asked if he could tell Nana, as she had a toy waiting for this miraculous moment.
I was washing my hands and told him "yes," then started to tell him that was a private conversation when he raced out of the bathroom.  He got midway down the stairs which lead into the dining room, where about 10 extended family members were enjoying their dinner, calling, "Nana, Nana!"
I heard the dinnertime conversation cease, "yes?"
"I pooped in the toilet, and it was ENORMOUS."
Still in the bathroom, I dropped my head into my hands.
A beat of silence from downstairs and then a rousing round of applause.  Luckily we had an understanding audience of relatives.

Transitions

We made it through the night.  The kids slept fairly well, Chris and I were up and down a lot, settling Vivian and then I had to nurse her a few times.  Sam woke up, but went back to sleep and stayed in the bed the whole night.  He may not know he can get out?
The Lego car bribe will be the death of me.  Of course it's totally not-age appropriate, which why buying a $5 bargain toy is not the best plan.  Sam is also practicing wearing underwear today and having lots of accidents.  So between cleaning those up, I get to fix the Lego car that completely falls apart everytime he plays with it.  I'm totally going to end up buying a Lego car that he can play with and fix himself and will end up spending three times as much.  Of course.
I just looked up Lego and there are different stages of Legos.  Apparently the Lego Duplo is what he should and can play with and also potentially that Viv won't be so likely choke on.

I'm not sure how I waited all summer for all of these transitions!  Trying to convince the child that he can pee in the toilet will be a miracle.  I am completely at a loss as to how he can want to wear underwear but not use the toilet.  These were his top toilet training excuses.  Now it's just "later."


I will when I'm four. (It used to be "when I'm three.").

I will after the baby comes. (He tried that again this week.  Apparently he thought another baby was coming.  Way to make me feel great about my flabby belly.)

I can't squish Lightning McQueen (the picture on his toilet seat).

I'm only medium big.  Not big up to the ceiling yet.

I like my diapers. (No doubt about that).

After Santa comes.  (Six months later...).

I will when I'm five.  (He's still three).

I don't want it to touch my leg.

Tomorrow.

I don't like the color of the toilet.  White's not my favorite.

The following bribes have been rejected:  chocolate, an ice-cream sundae, watching TV, a toy excavator, a new Lightning McQueen car, a trip to the park, trip to the beach, and choosing big boy underwear.  He could probably hit us up for a real car and get one the way we're going.

Thank goodness Vivian can't talk and tell me why she can't sleep in the crib.