I'm sitting here on the lounge, loving myself stupid being on the internet and comfy, at the same time! Here's what's been happening over the past few days...
We managed to get to Westmead on time for Bowen's appointment at the fracture clinic, only noone told me that everyone's appointment was at 8am! So we waited and waited, ate all the food that I had brought, and waited some more. We were called in, but I realised that in all the effort to get ready, I had forgotten his x-rays, so off we trotted to get some more. Everything looked the same, so Bowen is in plaster for another 3 weeks, and we get to do it all again to take it off! The boys were excellantly behaved, considering, and Mum ended up driving in to get Riordan when we didn't know what time we would be home.
It was a good thing that Riordy got picked up, because it let me do the couple of extra errands I had in mind (thinking that I would be out of the hospital by 9am or something, wasn't I naive?). We went to Auburn and ordered the boy's bunk beds, in readiness for them to share, and for Austin to have his own room. We got these ones: http://www.bunkers.com.au/nsw/lo_line/ll1, only with no drawers, and in a stain, not colour. I'm so excited, I just wonder how Riordan is going to go in a big bed.
We also dropped past the travel agent on the way home, and booked our family holiday for next year. We are going on cruise with Darren's brother, his wife and their kids around the Whitsundays next September.
Yesterday was just as fun, I bought my new toy! Why haven't we gotten a laptop earlier?
Today was pretty normal, but with one huge breakthrough, my little man did a poo on the potty! He did a little nugget earlier today for Mum, but tonight he started calling out for me, hunched over, saying he had to poo. We've had many false alarms, but you just never know, so we ran for the toilet. He didn't go on the actual loo, so we got out his little white potty, and he just went! I was so proud, I practically yelled the house down. I woke up the baby! He's not two for another month, if I get my act together, he'll be trained in no time at all. I've been a bit slack with it all, but he really is ready, and I'd be silly to hold him back now. The less nappies I have to wash, the better!
Showing posts with label toilet training. Show all posts
Showing posts with label toilet training. Show all posts
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
To Train, or not to Train
I have a dilemma.
Riordan is 20 months and 1 week old, and showing all the signs of wanting to toilet train! He lets us know when he's done a poo (OK, so it's after the fact, but he's not oblivious to soiling himself) and can wee on command. He's not sure whether he wants to wee standing up or sitting down at this point, we get a bit of both, but he has the bladder control to push one out.
I just don't know whether it's too soon. He's so little (he struggles to fit on Bowen's potty, his legs almost dangle down!), doesn't say much yet and #3 is due in less than 3 weeks now. Will I actually have the time? I don't know whether I will be able to get out of the house with the majority of my children dressed for Preschool at 9am, let alone try and get my little man to drop the nappies.
Should I just keep going with the before bath potty time, and when I get the chance to crank the heater and let him run around with no pants on? To be honest, if it was warmer (it's currently about -20 in Sydney at the moment, not exactly conducive to going bullocks in order to have free access to the potty) I would have no hesitation in giving it a red hot go, simply because there wouldn't be as much cleaning for me! Right now, when we have nappy free time, I'm constanting with paper towel and Pine O' Clean in hand, cleaning up after him. That's another thing, he'll go when he's asked, but doesn't really know to go himself.
Mum thinks I should go the Pull Ups route, which I am considering teamed with some baby leg warmers to keep him a bit exposed for easy access but still warm, or maybe I should read up on Elimination Communication and use that method since he is so young? But then there is the time factor again...
I didn't think I would have to worry about this for months yet!
Riordan is 20 months and 1 week old, and showing all the signs of wanting to toilet train! He lets us know when he's done a poo (OK, so it's after the fact, but he's not oblivious to soiling himself) and can wee on command. He's not sure whether he wants to wee standing up or sitting down at this point, we get a bit of both, but he has the bladder control to push one out.
I just don't know whether it's too soon. He's so little (he struggles to fit on Bowen's potty, his legs almost dangle down!), doesn't say much yet and #3 is due in less than 3 weeks now. Will I actually have the time? I don't know whether I will be able to get out of the house with the majority of my children dressed for Preschool at 9am, let alone try and get my little man to drop the nappies.
Should I just keep going with the before bath potty time, and when I get the chance to crank the heater and let him run around with no pants on? To be honest, if it was warmer (it's currently about -20 in Sydney at the moment, not exactly conducive to going bullocks in order to have free access to the potty) I would have no hesitation in giving it a red hot go, simply because there wouldn't be as much cleaning for me! Right now, when we have nappy free time, I'm constanting with paper towel and Pine O' Clean in hand, cleaning up after him. That's another thing, he'll go when he's asked, but doesn't really know to go himself.
Mum thinks I should go the Pull Ups route, which I am considering teamed with some baby leg warmers to keep him a bit exposed for easy access but still warm, or maybe I should read up on Elimination Communication and use that method since he is so young? But then there is the time factor again...
I didn't think I would have to worry about this for months yet!
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Blame it on the rain
It has to be the weather.
When will my excuses stop? I constantly find myself trying to justify Bowen's bad behaviour.
He's tired. He can't be all the time!
He's teething. That has to stop now, his last two year old molar is through and I think's that it?
He's hungry. Eat son! It's not my fault you won't chow down on any of the delicious, healthy meal options I present to you, preferring to subsist on Vegemite and cheese sandwiches, with the odd bowl of Cheerios or biscuit for variety.He's hot.
He's cold. He wants to go for a walk. He wants to stay home. He's just Bowen!
I love him to death, but the two year old moods are really bringing me down. He's got a bit of a cold at the moment (there I go, excuses again!) and not feeling 100%, but why can't he be like a sick grown up and just chill out on the lounge watching TV and sleeping? I could even handle man-sick, that's a lounge bound sickness, but with more moaning. No, he's clingy, snotty, whiny toddler sick. The only good part is he sleeps for longer in the day...
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Toilet training is kind of happening. It would go much more smoothly if I didn't have to fight to get Bowen's nappy off him most of the time. He will have occasional flashes of brilliance, as he did on Saturday. It was a hot day, so he was running around with no clothes on, as we would all probably like to do when it's warm. Nan caught him starting to dribble from his old fella, and asked if he wanted a wee. Normally that's enough of a invitation for him to suck it back up for another hour, but this time he held on, trotted out to the grass, grabbed hold of his doodle and let rip! It was the cutest thing in the world, watching him watch himself wee. I was so proud, we all were, he got a resounding round of applause. Of course, seeing that praise was thick in the air, he grabbed my hand and dragged me over for a repeat performance. This time, however, I was in charge of doodle holding. I almost wet myself from trying to contain my laughter, he was so serious about the whole thing. He didn't do anything the second time, but I think we made a bit of a breakthrough, as I now know he likes to do it standing up. I'm going to get a Weeman to hang off the toilet so he can start going inside, instead of pretending that he's on a camping trip everyday!
When will my excuses stop? I constantly find myself trying to justify Bowen's bad behaviour.
He's tired. He can't be all the time!
He's teething. That has to stop now, his last two year old molar is through and I think's that it?
He's hungry. Eat son! It's not my fault you won't chow down on any of the delicious, healthy meal options I present to you, preferring to subsist on Vegemite and cheese sandwiches, with the odd bowl of Cheerios or biscuit for variety.He's hot.
He's cold. He wants to go for a walk. He wants to stay home. He's just Bowen!
I love him to death, but the two year old moods are really bringing me down. He's got a bit of a cold at the moment (there I go, excuses again!) and not feeling 100%, but why can't he be like a sick grown up and just chill out on the lounge watching TV and sleeping? I could even handle man-sick, that's a lounge bound sickness, but with more moaning. No, he's clingy, snotty, whiny toddler sick. The only good part is he sleeps for longer in the day...
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Toilet Training Update
Toilet training is kind of happening. It would go much more smoothly if I didn't have to fight to get Bowen's nappy off him most of the time. He will have occasional flashes of brilliance, as he did on Saturday. It was a hot day, so he was running around with no clothes on, as we would all probably like to do when it's warm. Nan caught him starting to dribble from his old fella, and asked if he wanted a wee. Normally that's enough of a invitation for him to suck it back up for another hour, but this time he held on, trotted out to the grass, grabbed hold of his doodle and let rip! It was the cutest thing in the world, watching him watch himself wee. I was so proud, we all were, he got a resounding round of applause. Of course, seeing that praise was thick in the air, he grabbed my hand and dragged me over for a repeat performance. This time, however, I was in charge of doodle holding. I almost wet myself from trying to contain my laughter, he was so serious about the whole thing. He didn't do anything the second time, but I think we made a bit of a breakthrough, as I now know he likes to do it standing up. I'm going to get a Weeman to hang off the toilet so he can start going inside, instead of pretending that he's on a camping trip everyday!
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