.... but my ten and half year minus two months diaper-changing career is mostly over. I opened my last box of diapers this morning. I feel comfortable saying Nemo is daytime trained now - he has passed the "stay dry for a day week" test and the "hold it until you can get to a public restroom" test and the "get out of the tub because you have to pee instead of peeing in the tub" test. I still put him in a diaper at night, but he usually stays dry and gets up in the morning and informs me "Mommy, I'm peeing in my diaper!" like it's the most wonderful thing in the world but the point is that he's aware and in control of what he's doing. He will sometimes hold his poop until I put the diaper on him at night, but last night I caught him in the act and put him on the toilet, then praised his success and gave him a handful of chocolate chips, his reward only for pooping in the potty. We don't even need rewards beyond a mild "Woo hoo!" when he announces that he's peed in the potty. He is in control of his excretory system, and it's a wonderful feeling. For me.
I worried I'd be wistful, and I am wistful over so many other growing-up milestones (my biggest baby going away to sleep-away camp with the police!), but this is so not one of them.
You were worried you'd be wistful about wiping up crap? Really?
Did you get all teary eyed when the meconium stopped?
Posted by: SciFi Dad | June 03, 2010 at 03:10 PM
Sleepaway camp with the police sounds like a euphemism for getting busted ;-)
Posted by: www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=669313733 | June 03, 2010 at 03:21 PM