a breakthrough on the potty front
I know it seems like potty news all the time these days, but that's kind of where we're at. Potty, potty, potty. This 8-week program (of which we're now starting week 5) has been intense, but I'm happy to announce that it is working.
Kenny pitched another perfect game on Friday, with zero accidents at either daycare or home. He then parlayed that success into a weekend where he only had one accident each day, and both were partly a result of poor parental time management (i.e. we stretched the 30 min rule to allow for some extra playtime outside). Plus, on several occasions, he indicated to us that he needed to go. PLUS, on several occasions, the histrionics were either at a minimum or non-existent. This is big, people.
This morning, while I lay in a NyQuil haze under the sheets, trying desperately (and unsuccessfully) to combat this cold I picked up, Overboard and Kenny breezed through the morning routine. Mr. K went to the potty, and even got dressed on his own when Overboard asked him to.
So, you're saying this is all swell, but not terribly comedic - and really, not quite up to the standards we've set around here. I would agree. So I do have this for you:
Yesterday morning, Overboard was trying to get Kenny to sit still on the potty and take care of business. He was putting up a major fuss and wasn't interested in reading a book or a magazine. Overboard then asked, with the slightest touch of sarcasm, if Kenny wanted to read her grocery list. He did. So she read it to him with some wonderful flourishes.
"Some milk. Skim for Mommy and whole for you. Cause you could use a little fat, my boy. I'm not sayin'. I"m just sayin'. Let's see, snacky smores for Daddy - since he seems incapable of eating fruit on a regular basis, unlike his son..."
And so on.
Okay, back to bed.
Kenny pitched another perfect game on Friday, with zero accidents at either daycare or home. He then parlayed that success into a weekend where he only had one accident each day, and both were partly a result of poor parental time management (i.e. we stretched the 30 min rule to allow for some extra playtime outside). Plus, on several occasions, he indicated to us that he needed to go. PLUS, on several occasions, the histrionics were either at a minimum or non-existent. This is big, people.
This morning, while I lay in a NyQuil haze under the sheets, trying desperately (and unsuccessfully) to combat this cold I picked up, Overboard and Kenny breezed through the morning routine. Mr. K went to the potty, and even got dressed on his own when Overboard asked him to.
So, you're saying this is all swell, but not terribly comedic - and really, not quite up to the standards we've set around here. I would agree. So I do have this for you:
Yesterday morning, Overboard was trying to get Kenny to sit still on the potty and take care of business. He was putting up a major fuss and wasn't interested in reading a book or a magazine. Overboard then asked, with the slightest touch of sarcasm, if Kenny wanted to read her grocery list. He did. So she read it to him with some wonderful flourishes.
"Some milk. Skim for Mommy and whole for you. Cause you could use a little fat, my boy. I'm not sayin'. I"m just sayin'. Let's see, snacky smores for Daddy - since he seems incapable of eating fruit on a regular basis, unlike his son..."
And so on.
Okay, back to bed.
posted by Dr. Overboard and Prof. Evenkeel at 10:50 AM
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