To tell this story sufficiently, I have to discuss something that I really don't want to discuss yet. I'm scared. What if, by talking about it, I jinx it? Oh please, don't let that happen. Oh, I'll just have to say it...my kid is wearing underwear. Underwear, people! UNDERWEAR!!! (Singing) "Mine eyes have seen the glory of the..." Oh, ahem. Too much?
He was showing absolutely no interest in the whole potty training thing, and to be honest I was pretty sick of it myself. So, I decided to forget the whole thing until he turned 3. I told him, "When you turn 3, there's no more diapers. When you're 3, you're a big boy, and big boys don't wear diapers". Very matter of fact. Every time we talked about his birthday, or turning 3, I repeated the same thing. I'm pretty sure he wasn't all that excited about his birthday coming, by the 40th time I repeated my potty mantra.
Well, his party was last Saturday. Sunday morning when he woke up I immediately put on one of the super spiffy pairs of Sesame Street underwear, despite a great deal of protest. Sunday, he peed on the carpet 3 times, BUT he also peed on the potty 3 times. Monday he pooped in his underwear, and peed on the floor 3 times, BUT he also peed on the potty 5 times. Tuesday, I had to work, so my parents had potty duty. Dylan peed on the floor 1 time, BUT he peed on the potty 5 times AND he pooped on the potty for the first time ever. (If you read this post, you knew he would do it for my parents first. Hmph).
Wednesday, I was supposed to take him to school, but I was torn. If he had an accident at school, would he be embarrassed? Would the teachers be willing to take him about every half hour? I decided to keep him home, and that is how the day before Thanksgiving became a day I am very thankful for. Nothing major happened. But, it was a day of perfect, funny, sweet, little boy moments that I need to remember.
*At one point, I saw him bend down to get something, then put it in his mouth. I said, in my exasperated mommy voice, "DYLAN! You don't eat stuff off the floor!", and he answered in his exasperated Dylan voice, "MOMMY! It wasn't on the floor. It was on the bottom of my foot!" You gotta love that logic.
*He got his first computer as a birthday present, and we opened it Wednesday. We were playing in the family room. Then, he got up and went in the living room. After a while, I found him, sitting in the exact place on the couch that I sit to work on the computer. The irony was not lost on me, when I exclaimed, "Dylan, get off the computer, and come play with me!"
*Playing one of his new favorite games... Dylan sandwich...
*He had been in the house since Sunday, so I ever so bravely asked if he wanted to go to Target to buy a birthday present for the party we're going to tomorrow. I told him since he was doing so well on the potty, we could share a pretzel at Target. As we sat next to each other, sharing a pretzel, I asked him, "What do you want to talk about?" "Me!", he answered. (What else?!) "Well, what do you want to say about yourself?", I asked. He smiled, and replied, "Well... I'm 3 now, and I'm a Big Boy!"
*After we went to Target, we went to Borders, where he peed on the potty in public for the first time. The look of pride on his face as he did it? Priceless.
*Sitting with my two guys, having dinner at Eat N Park, and thinking how lucky I am.
*I gave Dylan a hug goodnight, and walked out of his room, so Jim could put him to bed. He ran after me, saying, "Mommy, don't forget!" I stopped and turned to ask, "What?" "I peed on the potty at Borders!" And now, thanks to this post, my sweet boy, I won't. By the way, did I mention my kid is in UNDERWEAR? Can I get a WOOT! WOOT! Cartwheels? A parade? Too much?