Elliot has been potty training. Which will be great in the long run. Right now it is very casual and laid back. Or at least it was.... Yesterday Elliot told me he needed to go, so we rushed into the bathroom and took his shorts and diaper off and placed him on the potty and waited. And waited and waited and waited. While waiting he learned that if he sucks his stomach in while leaning back, he can, er, change where he is, ah, "pointing". Doing my best to navigate the world of boyhood, I try to get him to sit up and such so he is "pointing" back into the toilet. Yeah right, now it's a game. So he leans back, sucks in his tummy, and pees on the floor. Crap! So I push his "pointer" back where it needs to be, only to scare the pee back up inside. Great. So I clean up the floor, figure we've got some more waiting to do because I know he had to go more, but I scared it away. Well I don't know about you, but keeping a toddler on a potty chair isn't the easiest thing to do, especially if he thinks he's done his job! So after he's told me he's "ahl dun" about 10 times, I let him get up. Now I'm faced with a decision. He gets to flush the toilet after we dump his potty chair contents in it and then he gets two jelly beans when he goes potty. Well he went potty alright, but on the floor! So since there is nothing to dump, I decide to not let him flush the toilet or give him jelly beans b/c he didn't actually go in the chair - he went on the floor - and he did it on purpose! Half feeling guiltly and half feeling like a consistant parent, I take him to his changing table where he promtly pees all over me. Classic. I guess I will wait for his to say "ahl dun" 15 times next time. :)
Three men encompass my life: Jesus of Nazareth, Eric my husband, and Elliot my son. I love spending time near bodies of water, watching movies, and being with friends and family. I've always wanted to eat baked alaska, drive a mazda miata, and travel to austrailia... all of which I've never done.