November 3, 2013 at 7:00 am , by Nick Shell
2 year, 11 months.
Yesterday afternoon as Mommy was upstairs working on laundry and as we were watching Disney’s Spooky Buddies, you announced to me:
“I go potty!”
That was my cue to jump up and chase you to the bathroom door, open it for you, and turn on the light.
From there, you did your business.
I always stand right outside the door, with it cracked, as to still give you some privacy but to also assess the situation.
This particular time, I was only half-way paying attention, I admit. I suppose I was slightly distracted about the thought of the “ghost puppy” in the movie we were in the middle of.
You so easily understood and didn’t question a “ghost puppy” that flew around like Casper. I did.
So for what happened next, I had to ask myself if I really had just seen what I thought I did:
After “going number one,” you lifted up the potty tray from your Elmo potty and held it in one hand, and with the other you lifted up the real potty lid and dumped your Elmo potty contents into it.
Then, you sat the Elmo potty tray back into the Elmo potty and flushed the real potty before running back into the living room to finish our movie.
I was stunned.
It’s a big enough deal to go potty, but to take care of all those other steps too… wow. I was probably most impressed by the fact you didn’t spill the Elmo potty tray.
On top of all that, it was probably the 5th successful time yesterday that you “went potty in the potty.” In fact, you had no accidents all day yesterday, even when we went out in public for a couple of hours.
Of course it all goes back to last weekend when your Nonna and Papa (my parents) were here.
After we all went out for some fun at the pumpkin patch, that evening Mommy and I went out on a date night (at a New Mexican restaurant and Old Navy). And Nonna and Papa helped out Mommy and I tremendously by using that time to proactively potty train you…
What was effective was having you only wear your “big boy/Thomas the Train” underwear. It worked. You did not want to get Thomas dirty.
I had heard that when it comes to potty training a boy, it’s harder than potty training a girl.
But, that it really just comes down to two things: that the boy is about three years old, and that the boy is not wearing diapers while potty training.
It’s working. I am so proud of you.