I didn't think I'd be typing this for a long time, but....Sam peed in his potty last night! Before anyone goes calling Harvard,I think it was morea matter ofbeing in the right place at the right time. He was in the bath and toldme he had to go (or was about to go). Wanting to avoid another Showergate (we don'ttalk about that at Grammy and Papa's house),I whisked himout with an "Ok, let'ssit on your potty then!" and plopped himon it. He then achieved a look of intense concentration, got up and down a few times to look, and then peed! We looked at it, then poured it in the toilet and Sam flushed. I tried not to freak out while he was doing it,but afterward, there was plenty of celebration. I don't expect regular repeat performances, but now he knows what thge potty is for, which is great!
Last night, Sam and I were on our way out the door to a LLL meeting when something sort of amazing happened. He wanted to bring his toy car with him and previously when he's wanted to do this, I've warned him that other kids might want to play with it, too. So, he brought me the car and said, "Other kids play with?" I was very surprised, and said, yes, other kids might want to play with it. Did he still want to bring it? He looked at it and thought for a couple of seconds, then looked at me and said decisively, "Put it in bag." I opened my bag, in it went, and we left. I was really amazed that he not only remembered that other kids might want to play with it, but he came up with his own solution about how to bring it and avoid that frustration. Very proud!
I lost my brain last week. I rushed Sam into his swimsuit and me into mine afte rnap time, packed up and drove to the pool....only to discover that there was no open swimming time that day. No big deal - I used the locker room and we changed into our regular clothes, and headed across the street to the playroom. About an hour later, Sam says "pee-pee potty?" and then looked down alarmed and started saying, "Wet! Wet!" There was an enormous wet stain all the way down his jeans. How could his diaper have leaked that much? Well, because I didn't put one on him. That's right, he was going au naturel after I forgot to re-diaper himafter taking his swim diaper off. I wonder what the other ladies in the changing room were thinking? Hopefully something like "Wow, lucky her to have a potty trained toddler. Guess they're the no-underwear type." Well, I'm not. We're not. I just lost my brain.
However, things are much better this week. We've been working on Sam sleeping in his bed by himself, and it'sgoing really well! After a year and a half of co-sleeping (Which as a side note we love, but with a Queen size bed and a squirmy toddler it was running its course),Sam slept next to our bed on his little bed ALL NIGHT, waking up only once around 3:30 for a brief nurse, after which I crawled back into bed and fell sound asleep again. Of course, I always rejoice about stuff like this and then a week later someone gets sick, or gets teeth, or something like that and we take the proverbial two steps back. But, today I am well-rested, so I'll take it!