Big things have been a-happening in our little world!
First, India started taking a bottle. We went away for Nick’s work retreat, and all the adults were going out for dinner, leaving the gaggle kids with babysitters. I was worried about leaving her, just knowing she’d have a fit and not take a bottle and it would be traumatic and tragic for all involved.
And lo, the seas parted, and she took a bottle like it was no big thing and was sound asleep when I got back to the hotel. And then she drank a couple more over the weekend, all casual-like.
Personally, I think she’s seen us eating and drinking and has begun viewing these things with increasing interest, and decided, “What the hell? Could be fun.”
Also! Equally big news! Jordan went to day care in UNDERWEAR today. He’s been using the potty for the last couple days.
He’s known for quite a while when he needs to pee and poop, but he’s been afraid of the potty and the toilet. But I got him these delightful Cars undies, and he loves them so. I gave them to him on his birthday, and honest to God, he attended his party in a T-shirt and underwear. There was no way to get him to put on pants.
“Is that Lightening McQueen? Oh, yeth!”
That lasted a couple hours and then he wanted the safety of a diaper and then hell no he was not putting them on the next morning for day care.
Around the house, however? Delighted, as long as there was no pressure. Nick would suggest he put on his Cars underwear and they could sit on the couch together and watch Cars. That kind of thing, he was totally up for.
So the underwear.
Oh, and admittedly more importantly, we upped the ante. Nick went and offered him a backhoe if he would poop in the potty.
Seriously. One poop, and you get a whole truck. This kind of offer does not come around often.
Thus, and after rejecting M&Ms and stickers left and right, it suddenly seemed worth it.
So he screwed his courage to the sticking-place, held Nick’s hands, stared deeply into Nick’s eyes, as his father told him that he believed in him, and he knew he could do it…and jubilation! He did it!
The fanfare! The excitement! Betty and I were summoned to view the contents of the potty and exclaim upon it. The pride! Oh, the pride!
If you don't think they didn't have to wipe his butt and head immediately to Toys R Us, you do not know my boys.