Eddie has been showing the signs.
I tried to ignore that he was doing it. I am not ready, so he can’t be ready, right? I mean, he’s not even two yet.
But he just keeps doing it.
First it was patting the front of his diaper every time he had gone potty.
Then it was announcing his poops.
And then it was pointing to the toilet before bath and saying, “poop”.
And then it was holding his pee through his whole bath and crying when he peed on the floor and asking for a diaper because he also had to poop.
So we did it. We bought a potty seat.
(Now, to be fair, the only time it was ever not “living” in the bathroom was while I taking these pictures. We aren’t animals or anything. I mean…yet.)
Eddie loves this thing.
Sitting on it is fun. Clothing optional, but since this is a family blog, we went clothes on for the pictures.
He sits on it every chance he gets.
If the bathroom door is left open without the gate up? He is sitting on his potty chair.
If he is sitting on his? He tries to insist you sit on the big one. Apparently he likes a Pee Partner.
And then there is the wiping.
Oh, his obsession with wiping.
One of the first times he “tried” his potty chair by sitting on it (with clothes on), he asked me for some toilet paper. Then he proceeded to aggressively wipe his crotch. It’s was as funny as it sounds because he was quite serious about it.
Earlier this week he grabbed Cort’s bath towel and aggressively started wiping. Cort wasn’t as amused as I was and seemed a little peeved that I was rolling around on the floor laughing rather than grabbing his towel away.
Some people just don’t get funny.
And then yesterday happened.
I am not really used to no privacy when I use the bathroom. When I am at work? No one else comes in the stall. When I am home? Cort is usually home, so this whole toddler standing there while I do my number two? New to me.
Yesterday while using the bathroom, I was trying to tell Eddie that mommy needed “privacy” and that perhaps the mostly closed door should be a clue.
As I am talking, I go to wipe.
And then it happened.
Eddie tried to get back there and HELP.
So then we discussed what “awkward” means.
Lamby has been the
victim guinea pig for Eddie’s potty chair as of late. complete with wiping. poor Lamby.
At least he “gets it” right? I mean, he knows what the toilet and the potty seat are for, he knows wiping needs to take place, and he knows about poop.
I don’t think he is ready to put it all together for himself yet though.
and I’m ok with this. I mean, he’s not even two yet. Plenty of time to forget about it and then worry about it, right?
What do you have to tell me about potty training? It scares me.
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