- Mama is home. This means that 3B’s development can now continue.
- Toilet training has begun. Well, sort of. While Mama was gone, 3B’s interest in peeing on the potty waxed again, so we passed many great moments reading stories while he sat on the potty not peeing.
However, every night at bathtime, as soon as I had his pants and diaper off, 3B would run into the bathroom and sit on the potty to try to pee. We would sit there while the bath filled, but nary a drop of pee fell the entire week.
The first night Mama was back, though, lightning struck, much to her surprise. It was especially surprising because she wasn’t aware of the traditional nightly Running of the Potty ceremony, and was herself enjoying a brief moment of solitude in the john, the head, the library, the doobluh vay say, if you will.
In burst 3B, with a huge grin across his face, yelling “Pee on the potty! Pee on the potty! Pee on the potty!” He plunked himself down as Mama closed the door again to grant them the privacy together that such intimate social events deserve. A moment later I heard her cry out, “Oh, what good peeing in the potty!” I went to get some cookies for the boy.
Want to know what’s even better? He did it again tonight!
- Today, because our elevator was once again out, Mama and 3B were climbing the seven floors of stairs to get home when Mama asked 3B if he could count the steps. Most of our requests like this, if they get a response at all, garner nothing more than a look that says, “Do I look like an organ grinder’s monkey? If you want someone to do tricks for you, why don’t you get a border collie?” This time, though, 3B methodically said, to himself, of course–he don’t work on Maggie’s farm no more, “1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10.”