So, we're 2.5 weeks into this toilet training malarky. I can say with (some) confidence that we are making upwards progress. I have to keep remembering that it's a journey not a destination to be reached in the shortest timeframe possible (although that would be nice too!).
Last weekend, we had a couple of accidents each day, and it would be fair to say we've been struggling on the whole on the poo front. Someone seems to prefer having it mush around in their undies than letting it plop freely and easily into the loo. What is with that?! I know it happens to a lot of kids but I still don't quite get why if you're mastering the 'weeing' in the toilet, why the 'pooing' should be any different. Different part of the brain maybe?
Anyway, between 3 nasty code browns in undies that came home from daycare for us to clean up (the teachers only go so far in their support of the process which is quite fair to be honest!) and a few early morning nappy poos, we just weren't getting any opportunities to practice pooing on the toilet.
So hurrah hurrah, yesterday afternoon just before we went to the beach we finally hit the mother lode. There was singing, there was dancing, there was high-fiving, there was Chocolate Santa eating, and general celebration to be had all round in our household. Now if we could just repeat that a few times over and I think we might be confident that we're on our way.
Last but not least, another story to share. On the way home from the beach yesterday, there was some nervous fidgeting in the back seat and a little voice said 'I want to get out, I want to get out' which we now know is Mylo's code for 'eek..I need a wee pretty darn soon'. Despite the fact we'd all only just been to the loo before getting in the car 10 minutes before, we thought we'd better stop as I wasn't keen to repeat the previous week's car seat washing experience anytime soon.
Luckily it was on a bit of a back road connecting two suburbs so it was forested and bushy and fairly private.
Mark got out of the car to assist proceedings.
Which went on....
I watched out the side mirror while various different positions were assumed. Squatting, crouching, sitting, standing. I'm not sure if it was the shock of being asked to go on the side of the road, but for whatever reason it seemed to be taking a long time.
The picture says it all really. Well not all, as you can see I've left a small amount to your imagination. Note the look of triumph/thank the Lord/that was painful on Mark's face!
Anyway, here's the same chuffed boy pretty happy not to be baring his all to the world any longer, instead hanging out in quite possibly the cutest pair of boxer shorts I've ever seen on a two-year old!