Little Man has reached a new milestone in potty training! He can now remove his own diapers to use the potty! I've mentioned it before, but we cover Little Man's bum with reusable diapers. He's figured out that he can pull at the flap on one side until the little plastic snaps pop loose, and then the diaper will just drop right off of him.
This makes it so much easier when I ask him if he needs to use the potty! I no longer have to drop everything and run to the potty seat with him. He will race to his personal plastic version of the porcelain throne, pull the diaper open, kick it off, and plop down onto the seat.
Of course, I still have to put on the new diaper (or panties, if he chooses them). He hasn't quite gotten the hang of pulling his little briefs over his butt, and it'll be quite some time before he has the manual dexterity to snap a diaper closed. He'll usually just pick one that he wants and bring it to me to put on after he's finished doing his business.
But, in the true spirit of exploration, sometimes Little Man decides to drop the diaper for reasons unknown, far from his potty. He'll toddle into his bedroom, carrying a Matchbox-scale Toyota Supra, Lightning McQueen smiling across his rear end, and then trot out with a GTO, the green dinosaurs on his t-shirt flapping over the pale skin of a bare baby butt.
Now, I'm no prude. I have nothing against naked body parts. I tend to like them very much on adults that I have feelings for. And I can understand that it makes it much easier for a little person to use the potty when he needs to. However! It also makes it much easier to experiment with using other things as a potty.
The aforementioned GTO? It is now buried at the bottom of the garbage can. I discovered my Little Man crouched on the floor, fully nude (what happened to his t-shirt, we'll never know!), with his wee willy winkie pressed against the open window of the tiny car. A dark, glistening puddle slowly spread across the carpet beneath the vehicle like a catastrophic oil leak.
I took a deep breath, my shocked brain scrambling for an appropriate response to this novel spectacle. "Hey! We pee in the potty! Not! Our! Cars!"
A wide-eyed Little Man got plunked onto the potty seat. Over Little Man's protests, the tiny dripping muscle car went straight to the trash. Through sobs, he helped my clean the mess from the carpet, dabbing at it with a washcloth while I sprayed it with pet odor neutralizer. Maybe, just maybe, he'll remember that it's not a good idea to pee on his toys!
This makes it so much easier when I ask him if he needs to use the potty! I no longer have to drop everything and run to the potty seat with him. He will race to his personal plastic version of the porcelain throne, pull the diaper open, kick it off, and plop down onto the seat.
Of course, I still have to put on the new diaper (or panties, if he chooses them). He hasn't quite gotten the hang of pulling his little briefs over his butt, and it'll be quite some time before he has the manual dexterity to snap a diaper closed. He'll usually just pick one that he wants and bring it to me to put on after he's finished doing his business.
But, in the true spirit of exploration, sometimes Little Man decides to drop the diaper for reasons unknown, far from his potty. He'll toddle into his bedroom, carrying a Matchbox-scale Toyota Supra, Lightning McQueen smiling across his rear end, and then trot out with a GTO, the green dinosaurs on his t-shirt flapping over the pale skin of a bare baby butt.
Now, I'm no prude. I have nothing against naked body parts. I tend to like them very much on adults that I have feelings for. And I can understand that it makes it much easier for a little person to use the potty when he needs to. However! It also makes it much easier to experiment with using other things as a potty.
The aforementioned GTO? It is now buried at the bottom of the garbage can. I discovered my Little Man crouched on the floor, fully nude (what happened to his t-shirt, we'll never know!), with his wee willy winkie pressed against the open window of the tiny car. A dark, glistening puddle slowly spread across the carpet beneath the vehicle like a catastrophic oil leak.
I took a deep breath, my shocked brain scrambling for an appropriate response to this novel spectacle. "Hey! We pee in the potty! Not! Our! Cars!"
A wide-eyed Little Man got plunked onto the potty seat. Over Little Man's protests, the tiny dripping muscle car went straight to the trash. Through sobs, he helped my clean the mess from the carpet, dabbing at it with a washcloth while I sprayed it with pet odor neutralizer. Maybe, just maybe, he'll remember that it's not a good idea to pee on his toys!
Haha omg love this entry it's hilarious and such a great perspective on the adventures of raising kids! #number1fan
ReplyDeleteOh! The things we never thought we would say as a parent. My favorite was "the dog does not need you to lick him back" and "I'm sorry love, but you cannot eat your dinner out of the dog bowl". He really liked our dogs...
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