Potty Training Day 2 started with monkey kicking off as he didn’t want big boy pants on today.
After convincing him that it was a great idea (and bribing him with breakfast on the sofa in front of the TV), pants went on at 7.30am.
I got tag teamed in while Daddy went for a run, then we swapped so I could go to the gym for an hour.
It seemed even monkey was getting fed up with being asked if he needed a wee every 2 minutes.
The answer ‘I don’t need a wee yet’ got shortened to ‘not yet’ after an hour, then was followed by a glare.
I should mention that as well as potty training, this weekend monkey has dropped his lunch time nap. That glorious hour that keeps every Mum going…gone, in a blink of an eye. No watching rubbish tv with a cuppa at lunchtime anymore!
The terrifying moment came when in the pool we were told ‘I need a poo Daddy’. We never moved so fast.
Needless to say, he didn’t need a poo.
But…later this afternoon we had a breakthrough. Daddy was outside and I was upstairs when monkey came to tell me about a poo in the potty.
He had done a poo on his own in the potty! If someone told me years ago how excited you could get over a toddlers poo I would have laughed out loud. But after screams and cheers, high fives and then sweets and chocolate, I decided the last 48 hours had been worth it.
He’s still in a nappy tonight but I don’t think he will be for much longer.
So the day started in fear and ended in celebration. Now for day 3…come on please be a good one!
Happy Bank Holiday Sunday everyone!
Busy Working Mummy XOXO