potty training
Well, we're currently attempting to make the great leap towards a diaper-free Kenny. The adventure began yesterday morning when we had Kenny sit on the potty (where he just sat and played with the toilet paper roll and had Overboard read him a book on using the potty), and then outfitted him in actual big boy underpants (with fire engines and everything).
While watching a little bit of "Little Einsteins" before leaving the house, Kenny christened his new underpants, because he believes in following ceremonial protocols. I discovered this when I scooped him up from his seat and realized that his pants were damp. Wheeeee! No, really, he wheeeed all over his new underpants. Hello? Hello? Is this thing on?
I'm doing my best to not show Kenny any of my OCD, germaphobe neuroses, lest I set back the group effort here. But I will say that this could prove to be the longest two months of my life.
On the upside, he had a very successful day of potty training at daycare, going a respectable 7 for 9, including three poops. Now, I realize that the following sentence was a bit weird to read, and to be honest, a bit odd to type. However, the important thing here is that many kids have issues doing the ol' #2 while learning to use the potty. Not the boy. Of all the things for a parent to be proud of, well, that's...um, that's up there, I suppose.
Kenny also managed to use the potty again at home before bed and when he got up this morning.
Let's just say that parenting can be a surreal experience. This morning I used plastic clappers to applaud my son's ability to pee while seated on the john. If someone did that for me, well, I'd probably have to question what the hell they were doing in the bathroom with me in the first place.
While watching a little bit of "Little Einsteins" before leaving the house, Kenny christened his new underpants, because he believes in following ceremonial protocols. I discovered this when I scooped him up from his seat and realized that his pants were damp. Wheeeee! No, really, he wheeeed all over his new underpants. Hello? Hello? Is this thing on?
I'm doing my best to not show Kenny any of my OCD, germaphobe neuroses, lest I set back the group effort here. But I will say that this could prove to be the longest two months of my life.
On the upside, he had a very successful day of potty training at daycare, going a respectable 7 for 9, including three poops. Now, I realize that the following sentence was a bit weird to read, and to be honest, a bit odd to type. However, the important thing here is that many kids have issues doing the ol' #2 while learning to use the potty. Not the boy. Of all the things for a parent to be proud of, well, that's...um, that's up there, I suppose.
Kenny also managed to use the potty again at home before bed and when he got up this morning.
Let's just say that parenting can be a surreal experience. This morning I used plastic clappers to applaud my son's ability to pee while seated on the john. If someone did that for me, well, I'd probably have to question what the hell they were doing in the bathroom with me in the first place.
posted by Dr. Overboard and Prof. Evenkeel at 9:00 AM
2 Comments:
good luck with this. in other potty news zoe pooped all over her cute little outfit this a.m. -- five minutes before we were about to leave.
did i mention she was giggling as daddy cleaned up the poop? sigh. kids, if they just weren't so darn cute. . .
Sometimes you wonder if they're just messin' with you. Luckily for us, Kenny was pretty good about that kind of thing...we'll see how this portion of the poopy wars goes down. ;)
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