Something miraculous has been happening in our house for almost the past month now. I've been extremely hesitant to say anything because, well, I just didn't want to jinx it.
While Gramma and Pop-pop were still here and I was visiting hubby in Fort Leonardwood, Missouri last month, Little Man became a Big Boy and started peeing in the potty!
Not just the little potty that you dump the pee into the toilet after they have gone, but the big kid potty!
How'd Gramma do it? She told him to make the water wiggle. Then, when he finally let go, he looked up at Gramma and stated, "Just like Daddy, Gramma?"
So we've been following through with this every morning and then throughout the day instead of asking we tell him, "Let's go try to potty." I'll go in with him, bring over the step stool, help lift the seat, pull his pants and pull-up down and congratulate him on a job well done.
The other day, he kicked me out of the bathroom. Said, "I do it on my own, Mom. Get out." He did everything on his own. Pulled down and up his pull-up and pants, flushed the toilet, and wash his hands. Now he does it all on his own, with a little reminder from me every once in awhile, but that's ok.
I never thought I would see this day. I'm a proud Momma.
Now we just need to work on #2 on the potty.