So I’m feeling bad that I have not written in awhile. I started a blog the other day about Anna, but never got it done. Anyway, things have been busy here as I have been spending a lot of time in the bathroom! Yup – Truman has finally decided that it’s time to get potty trained – Yea!
So for anyone who has been following my frustration with him – this new change of mind happened just after Dr. Gritt took him aside for a little talk. Honestly, I figured it went in one of his stubborn ears and out the other. That was Friday and by Monday he thought he might want to wear Thomas Underwear. He stayed dry, but evidently decided he was not going to poop – either way, I was motivated to keep it going.
The rest of the week went pretty well. There were two poop accidents late in the week – guess he couldn’t hold it any more. There was one wet accident that he cleaned up himself … and then there was Saturday…
Mom and Dad were babysitting so that Tim and I could go to a wedding. I got up to Mom’s with Truman and Grace – Karen was bring Cole and Anna Mae after soccer. With four little kid’s the hardest part is juggling everyone everytime I want to do something normal. I had spent two days getting everything organized so that everyone would get to where they needed to be and have everything they needed to have with them. For Truman I got a bag of those new pull-up that let the kids feel wet when they are training.
He arrived at Mom’s wearing underoos and was very proud to tell her about his successes. This was his first big outing away from home and the routine, so I was nervous that he would have an accident. I had him try to go, put him in the exciting new Spiderman pull-up, and went to take a shower. All was calm and I was minutes from a great night out…
Evidently wearing a pull-up was like giving permission to have an accident because when I came down stairs, Tru was in the bathroom with mom who was just a bit upset. Something about poop and being too old (not sure if that was in reguard to him or her) and just hold still… Grace , bless her heart for once decided that the scarry man in the white beard (Dad) was approved for giving her a bottle. I think she caught on that Grandma was otherwise occupied.
No, I did not sneak out – I offered to help while I put on my new real person sandals with a heal and everything (I’ve spent the past 6+ years primarily in Birkenstocks so this was a big deal). Now when Mom suggests that I “just leave” I have to admit that did bolt and did NOT look back.
Anyway, whatever she did seems to have made some huge impression because he has been accident free since then – thank you Mom & Dr. Gritt!
So Woo Hoo just one in diapers and she only wears a size 1. Oh, and she will most likely be in that size for awhile because she is solidly at the 4 percentile.
Yup, it’s the little things… literally:)
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