Potty training is going pretty good with Little Man. He has #1 down pat and tells me when he has to go with 90% accuracy.
As for the other 10%?
Well, 5% of the time he waits until he can’t hold it another minute. He starts crying and jumping up and down like he has ants in his pants. It took about two of these episodes for me to realize that this signal requires me to stop EVERYTHING and run with him at cheetah speed to the bathroom. Most of the time when he does this, he’s already started peeing but managed to stop to give me the signal.
The other 5% of the time accounts for when he is too occupied with having fun to go to the bathroom.
Sadly, I can’t report any real success with #2. We are UNSUCCESSFUL 90% of the time. Pray for us.
Occasionally, Dear Hubby and I will get brave and take Little Man out in public with big boy underwear. No pull-ups. Just Toy Story underwear.
This weekend, we had to go to the car dealership to get some work done on one of our vehicles. We were told that it wouldn’t take long, maybe 30-45 minutes. We had a few other errands to run and decided to combine them all into one trip since our stops were close in proximity to each other.
When we left the house, Dear Hubby and I reminded ourselves that Little Man had on big boy underwear and we had to stay on top of it.
After about an hour of being out and about, we picked up some food at Chick-Fil-A, which was a couple of doors down from the dealership. We arrived at the dealership for our 2:30PM appointment and went to the waiting room with our food. I hadn’t ate all morning, so I was more than ready to devour my chicken sandwich and yogurt parfait, while washing it down with a fresh lemonade. I took one bite out of my hot and fresh chicken sandwich when all of a sudden, I see Little Man doing impressive vertical jumps over and over again.
“POTTY!!! POTTY,” screamed my Little Man.
I put my sandwich down at lightning speed, grabbed Little Man and RAN in the direction of the bathroom, which was nowhere near the waiting room.
Car Salesmen and potential buyers watched our track and field performance with a half smile, knowing that I was trying to save them from a river on their showroom floor.
Little Man was excited about our PT run, singing a potty song that he and his Dada made up, as if he was running in cadence:
“PEE PEE PEE PEE POTTY!! PEE PEE PEE PEE POTTY!!” (It’s supposed to be “Pee Pee in the Potty” but oh well)
We burst through the door of the bathroom and sprinted for a stall. I chose the last one so that we would have more room. I pushed Little Man in and closed the door behind us. I had to lift him up so he could “Pee Pee in the Potty” and that’s when I saw it.
Now here’s a sidenote: I HATE BUGS! They give me the creepy crawlies, but I had a decision to make: Freak out while Little Man is in midstream or calm down and pray that the cricket on steroids doesn’t move.
Thankfully, the mutated cricket didn’t move. After Little Man was done, I grabbed him and quickly exited the stall to wash our hands and head back to the waiting room, walking this time.
When we got back, Dear Hubby had a question:
Dear Hubby: “Did you make it?”
Me: “Yes, we made it. Barely though. Did we have extra clothes for him?”
Dear Hubby: “No, we didn’t.”
Whew! That was closer than I thought! Note to self: Always have an extra change of clothes for Little Man.