It might be a little premature to say this…but Coen is POTTY TRAINED! Hooray!
For the last couple of weeks we have talking, reading, singing (yes, singing…more on that later) about “going” in the potty. On Monday we took an eventful trip to Target to get Coen’s big-boy underwear which he picked out (Thomas the Train was the favorite) and we threw in about a bu-gillion more for the “accidents”. We drew a little chart for Coen to put stickers on for every time he sat on the potty chair and hung it up on the bathroom door.
We went the whole “positive parenting” route…cheering each time he got on the potty and if he had an accident just saying “oh look! You went potty, huh? Next time we’ll go to the toilet!” (By the way, if you are not a parent this post may bore you.)
The first day was a little daunting…we didn’t really know what we were doing, but I was of the – it’s one way or the other ilk – I didn’t want to drag on potty training if he wasn’t ready…and if he was…no more diapers (except nap and bedtime, until he got that all figured out). He had a few accidents, but learned pretty fast that he didn’t like being wet.
The second day he woke up with a totally dry diaper…but wouldn’t pee. “Uh oh! What do we do now?!” This is pretty much the first time in our parenting that we had NO control over whether Coen did something or not…we couldn’t redirect him, give him a time out, or coerce him at all. This was something he was going to have to decide. Back to the whole positive parenting bit…so we (Coen and I) were sitting outside in the swing and talking about the whole conundrum.
Me: “Coen, it’s okay to pee, you just have to relax a little bit.” Great…his bladder is totally going to explode and it’s all my fault.
Coen: “Noooooo! Oweeey!” wriggling around
Me: “You know what? Sometimes big boys think it’s fun to pee outside! Daddy just did it the other day when he was working in the yard (sorry to “out” you Dave) and it’s good for the plants!”
Coen: Thinking that is a GREAT idea runs over to the flowers and lets it fly…er, pour. “Mommy! Look! Peeing!”
Me: Thinking this may be the proudest moment of my life, and a little sad about that fact. “Coen! That’s so great!” We high-five a bunch of times and he runs to get Daddy.
And ever since that moment he’s been potty trained. How about that. Now he joyfully yells “Oh! Gotta pee/poop!” And then runs into the bathroom and does his biz. Pretty remarkable, eh? We’ve gone to restaurants, shopping, playing…and NO accidents. He even wakes up completely dry…we are SUCH great parents. 😉
I just have to share a little song from one of the books we got for him…just picture me singing this to him…several time a day…for a week and a half now. He LOVES this book.
cough, cough To the tune of “Take me out to the ball game” (I picked it just for you, Dad)
Go do poop in the toilet
Go do pee in the bowl
Don’t have to wait till the whole things filled
Just go a little, we’ll all be so thrilled
So please poop poop poop when you feel it
Just sit and let pee pee flow
You’re so big
And the potty is
Where all big kids go!
This is from the book “On top of the Potty – and other get-up-and-go songs” by Alan Katz and David Catrow. This book is hysterical! I highly recommend it, potty training or not.
Alright…on to the snuggles and other stuff…actually, now I’m pretty tired after writing all that so here’s the short version…below is a picture Dave took of Coen and I snuggling…oh and we’re working on the yard again…got the patio finished now we just need the get the lot seeded for grass (fertilizer compliments of Coen) and hopefully in a month we’ll have an actual yard! Hooray!