Yesterday we started the earnest effort of potty training Colin. I'd been feeling guilty for months about him still being in diapers at 27 months old. Yesterday he didn't want to be chased down for a new diaper so we threw our hands up in the air and said, "Fine. Go in the potty."
Since then we've been filling his cup with juice and loading him up with fruit to make him go about a million times each hour. Yesterday there was a reasonable amount of pee on the floor, despite the fact that Colin never seemed to really leave the potty. But today? Maybe it's working. First thing this morning he peed a little on the floor, but had the presence of mind to stop and run to the potty to finish. Since then he's gone on the potty every single time, #1 & #2.
Which, I know, probably isn't that exciting for you. And you're probably thinking, "Why is she doing this the week before her new baby is due?"
Because I'm crazy. Because our house always seems crazy. Because I can't imagine it being less crazy after the baby is born.
So why not.
In order to make the entire household excited, I instated a rule where we all get to party with a square of Hershey's chocolate for every successful pee attempt. Oliver being on board makes Colin so much more excited, because everybody knows Oliver's opinion is more important than mine. When Colin did his half miss/half hit performance this morning, Oliver was upset that I was praising Colin even though some pee ended up on the floor.
Oliver: Good job? That's not a good job.
Me: Yes it is. He stopped peeing on the floor so he could pee on the potty.
Oliver: He failed.
Me: No he didn't! He's learning and doing a good job. That's not nice to say to him.
Oliver, to Colin: Fine, Colin. Good job of peeing on the floor.
You have take the compliments you can get from Oliver. He calls 'em like he sees 'em.