What did we do all day? A photoessay
What does one do for 10 days in Indianapolis, or, according to Isaac, "Indian Necklace"? Well, aside from two trips to the Children's Museum and a Poppop birthday party, one can:
Watch movies with Dadaw
Play playdoh with Grandma Ross
Witness the Colts win the AFC championship
Take a bath with a buddy
Take a nap
Climb the corporate ladder
Build a snowman
Play in Aunt Robin's magical rice box
On top of all this and with a little help from our above-pictured friends, Isaac is now potty trained. That's right, folks, dude pees and poops on the potty. He tells me when he has to go most of the time, but still fights me occasionally, especially if he's watching TV or is intricately entwined in playtime. He had a peepee accident yesterday and one on Saturday, and when we first started with the Big Boy Underwear two weeks ago, he began by pooping in his britches (though there is no more of that now). But in the scope of the number of times he has gone on the potty, those few times are nothing, and on the whole he is showing that he clearly has the hang of it. He has not worn a diaper for almost two weeks, INCLUDING AT NIGHT. Don't ask me how I got that lucky.
I am learning that, for the most part, Isaac only has to pee four times a day, period. He used to poop every day, but now he is tapering it off to once every two or three days. I'm guessing this is because he is a still a little freaked out about pooping on the potty. When it's time to go, he tells me he has to pee, and then I help him on the potty and he immediately wants off. Repeat about 10 or 15 times until I get sick of his poopoo mindgames and more-than-gently suggest he sit his tush still while I read him Dr. Seuss's ABC book. As soon as I start reading he acquiesces and we don't get to B before he's dropping kids off at the pool.
I am just amazed at how easy he was to potty-train once he was ready, and, by "ready" I mean "grossed out about peeing while running nekked about the house." To those out there fighting the same good fight, I say wait until that point, and then don't be a wus. Stick with it. It helps, too, if there are grandparents about to look after any other children you might have lying around.
Watch movies with Dadaw
Play playdoh with Grandma Ross
Witness the Colts win the AFC championship
Take a bath with a buddy
Take a nap
Climb the corporate ladder
Build a snowman
Play in Aunt Robin's magical rice box
On top of all this and with a little help from our above-pictured friends, Isaac is now potty trained. That's right, folks, dude pees and poops on the potty. He tells me when he has to go most of the time, but still fights me occasionally, especially if he's watching TV or is intricately entwined in playtime. He had a peepee accident yesterday and one on Saturday, and when we first started with the Big Boy Underwear two weeks ago, he began by pooping in his britches (though there is no more of that now). But in the scope of the number of times he has gone on the potty, those few times are nothing, and on the whole he is showing that he clearly has the hang of it. He has not worn a diaper for almost two weeks, INCLUDING AT NIGHT. Don't ask me how I got that lucky.
I am learning that, for the most part, Isaac only has to pee four times a day, period. He used to poop every day, but now he is tapering it off to once every two or three days. I'm guessing this is because he is a still a little freaked out about pooping on the potty. When it's time to go, he tells me he has to pee, and then I help him on the potty and he immediately wants off. Repeat about 10 or 15 times until I get sick of his poopoo mindgames and more-than-gently suggest he sit his tush still while I read him Dr. Seuss's ABC book. As soon as I start reading he acquiesces and we don't get to B before he's dropping kids off at the pool.
I am just amazed at how easy he was to potty-train once he was ready, and, by "ready" I mean "grossed out about peeing while running nekked about the house." To those out there fighting the same good fight, I say wait until that point, and then don't be a wus. Stick with it. It helps, too, if there are grandparents about to look after any other children you might have lying around.
posted by Claire at 9:53 PM
3 Comments:
I agree they are ready when they are ready. We are finally making progress here. Thank goodness.
Awesome! Go Jack!
So jealous of the potty training. Looks like a great time was had by all!
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