May 13, 2008
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I hardly dare whisper a word of it here, it seems so fragile I’ll surely jinx the whole universe, but Jamie may finally be ready to potty train.
Problem is. I am not. I am too tired and rather overwhelmed by the idea, and quite frankly diapers are easy.
He keeps taking his diaper off and sneaking into the bathroom to sit on the potty (the big potty since the little one is obviously not cool enough for a grownup like himself). He thinks he’s not allowed to go potty, which I suppose contributes largely to his doing it at all. Who would have thought that the key to his potty training was not prizes, candy, praise and charts, but rather forbidding it altogether? Of course he hasn’t actually pee’d in the toilet. I think he’s under the impression Jim and I use it for fun. I’m not sure exactly how to make him deposit something in it, and any time I casually explain or demonstrate the process he stares at me blankly. After all I’m his mom, I should know better. Going to the bathroom is only about toilet paper and the cool chrome knob that makes noise when you push on it. Silly me.
He has also taken a dislike to diapers (another flashing neon sign he’s ready to give them up), so he takes them off and goes around nude, until I chase him down and wrangle another one on him. Today I discovered a discarded diaper in the hallway, so I dutifully went to get him a new one when I was stopped in my tracks by the sight of him doing the dishes. He hadn’t discovered the soap dispenser (probably a good thing) but he was quite handily washing, rinsing and stacking the dishes as if he’d been doing it his whole life. I left him alone (after making sure there were no knives in the vicinity) because I like to encourage this type of behavior.
It was probably a bit of a hazard, but I figured the worst he could do was break a few dishes at which point I would whisk him away and clean it up. Next on my list is forbidding vegetables and forcing sweets down him.
Comments (14)
oh wow. so adorable. we do forbid veggies at our house sometimes. they arent allowed to have them (specifically raw ones) until they have eaten whatever protein i served them. thus, salad and raw veggies are treats at our house.
It’s so funny that Jamie and William are so close in age and yet so vastly different in personality.
Hmmmmm…. I should forbid Cherith to go #2 in the toilet. Maybe that would work.
Titus caught this pic of Jamie over my shoulder: “What’s he doing?”
He’s taking off his diaper because he’s a big kid, wanting to go potty in the potty all the time, I said, feeling a vague sense of hope.
“So he can go in the balls at Okea?”
That’s right.
Titus considered for a minute. I wondered for just the barest instant. Then: “Show me Jamie in the snow, Mom. Get the picture of Jamie in the snow.”
Yeah, I think you’ll get there before we will.
What an awesome picture. I love it.
Imagine that, a child of yours responding better to reverse psychology. Never would have seen that coming…
that picture is CLASSIC!!
priceless absolutely priceless!
adorable
I like your parenting style
Love the picture it’s so cute!
Oh gosh – I love you guys!!! Thanks for the smiles.
ROFL!! Love the naked bottom. Hilarious.
LOVE THE PICTURE!!!! LOL! Good luck
Lolol. Reminds me of “What Happens in Vegas.” You might like it. The thought of raising a scampering scrap into something as hunky as Ashton must encourage a mother’s heart, right? Right? J/k!! You are hilarious as always, my love. Best wishes for next Friday. You’ll ROCK. I know it.
I still want to meet Jamie sometime. So much. If I’m in San Fran in the fall, I will call you up.
lol. you could sell that.
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