As many of you know, I have been a major slacker when it comes to potty training Van. I started training Max and Ian when they turned 2, but since Van just turned 3 on Saturday, you can say that I am a little behind. I have used the excuse of moving as to why I haven't done it but the truth of the matter is I just haven't set aside the time and dedication to doing it. I have made little attempts in the last few months and in fact have gotten him to go, as he calls it, Yuckies (#2) in the toilet a couple of times but never pee. I had made it a goal to start once we got moved but the flu has been going around our family since we moved into our new place and Van's tummy has been suffering in a way that might make it difficult for him to control when he can make it to the bathroom. ( Wasn't that delicately put)
He is now doing better and I noticed that I was running low on pull-ups. In fact, I was down to one and trying to convince Van to wear underwear so I would have the one for night time. I thought I had him convinced until he sneaked and took off his pants and slipped the pull-up on instead when I wasn't looking. I then made the bold statement that I wasn't buying him anymore diapers and he was going to have to wear underwear to bed. Now, I am known to make threats that are so drastic that I really don't want to follow through on. Since most of the time, I am the one to suffer. And it looks like I did it again. But I am happy to say that I did follow through and put Van to bed in underwear. The results are:
HE WOKE UP DRY!!!
I was so happy that I didn't have to clean up a mess this morning but I did try to get him to go this morning before he had an accident. He said NO. So I was thinking to myself that I had this one victory to hold on too and hope that he wouldn't pee in his pants. Then about 10 minutes ago, I was on the computer, when I hear him yell out that he went pee. I jumped up thinking I will have wet clothes and a puddle on the floor to clean up. But Wonders of Wonders, he is sitting on the potty and has gone pee pee for the first time. My cup runneth over! I am even more impressed because he was wearing footy pajamas so he had to take it all off.
I know this is not the end and my child is magically potty trained but I was thinking this might be a great posting for his 3rd birthday that I missed. I love my Van. He is such a sweet boy who loves me. We are best buds and I am grateful for the time we have together. On Saturday, we went to the beach as a family for his birthday. Here are a few pictures of the present and past.
The water was freezing but Max and Ian didn't seem to notice. Van even took a dip, but that wasn't intentional.
4 comments:
What a cutie! Who can guess, you may have it licked!
Oh my gosh, those pictures! You are a California family now ! Still so sad every time I pull into my drive, try to ignore the fact that I'm totally bugged by the neighbors that have taken to parking their car right in front of your "For Rent" sign, and realize that you all aren't there. But I'm excited to see you for the baptism! And go Van on the potty training! Please send some of that big kid attitude Nora's way!
So glad that Van has the same family trait that all the rest of the family, "I'll do it myself" Liked the picture of the ocean.
Mom
for real? That is awesome! I know my son is only three weeks old but I am dreading the potty training already!
Van is SO cute. Congrats on the little win :)
I love that picture of you with your three boys at the beach. it is so cute! And Walt is a cute dad too!
Glad you're doing well in sunny California.
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