aside from being the apple of my eye, L happens to be extremely intelligent. now i know, EVERY mother confesses such greatness of their children. but really, i mean it. (=
the girls were both naturally ahead of the 'curve' (and continue to be) and so when we found out baby #3 was going to be a bouncing boy, all we heard was.....don't expect him to advance as quickly as the girls, expect him to be late in EVERYTHING, don't expect too much from this one, don't expect, don't expect, don't expect!!! wel, of course i 'EXPECTED' nothing less from Ro as i did from A or 'B. and what i was blessed w/was equal if not a little more advanced development from this sweetness of an existence. (chalk it up to, "children will only succeed to the point of your expectations"? nah.)
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ANYWAY, in accordance with everything else they did, A and 'B also potty trained immaculately. they both, a month or two before their second birthdays, decided that they were finished w/diapers. and that was it---no pull ups, no bed wetting, just underpants and a happy mama.
so naturally, when L, nearing his 2nd birthday, showed awareness of 'potty business', and the physical ability to stay dry, even during naps and bed times, we encouraged him to go on the toilet.
we bought pull ups, we bought 'big boy' underpants (with soccer balls and basketballs and baseballs on them for an added bonus), we bought [2] new potty chairs (took the first one back, kept the all-too-wonderful 'froggy potty' that sincerely looks like a fun toy chair).
we were ready.
we were ready for immediate success.
we are still ready for that success. it is now a month later and L is happy to do #1 on the 'froggy potty' when he has spent the entire day sans underpants. underpants on, however, equals a mess. we can play outside in big boy underpants w/no incident, we just cannot wear them in the house. we also cannot wear pull ups w/o an accident.
we also are completely and utterly terrified of going #2 on the potty and will do that little number ANYWHERE, on anything. as long as that thing is not the potty.
today, after 2 underpants incidents, mommy has decided that, where there is no longer any interest, and disciplining is now called for when it comes to potty-time, that we need to be ready to wait this time.
i can handle waiting. waiting is better than messes. waiting is better than feeling like a big jerk for telling a precious little boy he HAS to go in the potty when he is clearly not ready for such a consistent task.
NOW, do not take these statements as complaints. and do not take these statements as statements or decisions born out of 'giving up'.
waiting (in this case) is not giving up at all. waiting (in this case) is just that, waiting. it is giving L the time he needs to better prepare his mind for the daunting chore of breaking from whatever fantastic activity he is occupied with at any given time and walking over to the potty chair.
it is giving him the time he needs to finally be prepared to place that first #2 in the potty w/o feeling like he is losing something to the abyss that is the potty. and without feeling like he has been forced to do so.
and i am convinced, that once that first #2 has occurred, potty training will commence and my L will be ready.
i so love my boy.
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