**Before you start reading, this post may create graphic images in your mind. Will contain all kinds of references to ones, twos, bums and loos…**
Boobah has been fully potty trained for a couple of months now, I think it’s been 3 months of no-nappies-ever-again. We made the transition from nappies to underpants fairly smoothly. Although, my child has been very against making a number 2 in his nappy since about 18 months. He’d let us know and then we’d have to put him on the potty or loo, he’d do his thing and we’d put the nappy back on. It took us much longer to get him to actually make a wee in the potty or loo and I thought we’d struggle with this hurdle for a good while to come. However, when Boobah finally got the hang of it, we were over day time nappies in just over two weeks, and night time nappies followed about a week thereafter.
There’s only been two accidents at night since, and I think that is very commendable on my little boys’ part, don’t you agree?
Normally, whenever the need arose, Boobah would proudly announce that he needs to go, and whomever he chose as the potty partner for the day, would have to get up and rush with him to the loo. Once there, you’d have to help him strip his pants, pick him up onto the loo so he could commence with his business and when finished, you’d have to help him off, wipe his bum if needed, and then proceed to dress him. Then, one day, when he’d had to go 5 times in 5 minutes, each time interrupting whatever mommy-business I was busy with, I just told him to go. “Drag your plastic chair in front of the loo, then go by yourself”, and that’s exactly what he did. He managed to get his pants down by himself, get up onto the chair, turn around and then sit down. I was so proud of my little big man.
This carried on for a good long while, and he only ever shouted for help when he felt he needed to wipe his bum and I needed to pass him some loo-paper (he can’t reach it by himself). When he was done doing whatever it is he needed to do, he’d get up and off, and proceed to run around pantless until I eventually demanded him to come to me so I can dress him again.
That was, until two nights ago. The same story as before, he needs to go and stuff like that (although, now would be a good time to let you know that when we’re at home, he doesn’t even proclaim the need to go anymore, he just goes when he feels like it) and I think nothing of it. Until about 10 minutes later, I realize he hasn’t made a squeak or a peep for a very long time. Initially, I worry about this, not necessarily for his safety, but more because all parents will know this: when a toddler is too quiet for too long, they’re usually up to something, and that something is not always a good thing…
Anyhoodle, I get up and walk quietly to his bathroom, to check up on him, and there my boy is, busy pulling up the last bit of his shorts over his bum. He had dressed himself!! (Okay, so his underpants were inside out, but who cares, right?!?!) I was beyond excited and shouted and screamed with joy and cheered and grabbed my boy-child and hugged him tight, all the while telling him what a big boy he is and how super proud mommy is and he’s super clever for being able to dress himself and that he has made me the happiest mommy in the whole wide world!! And specially how proud I am of him being such a big boy now.
I was, and still am, really really proud of my little boy. My heart still swells. He’s learning so much, so quickly, and is overcoming hurdles and milestones all by himself. He really is becoming less of my baby, and more of my big boy every day!
Much love x 2.25