Off to a VERY rocky start....
I woke Jonathan at the normal time, (despite the 'rules' stating I MUST wake him an hour early...yea, okay).
Together we (Jonathan and I), took all of his diapers and put them in the baby's crib (despite the fact that the 'rules' said throw them away...yea, okay). I took the 'rules' to really be saying diapers are no longer available, which would make, MY RULE of giving them to the new baby, MUCH more logical... Not only does he realize he has to be a big boy, and cannot wear diapers, but he also is reading himself to be a big brother!
Once the diapers were gone, Jonathan and I walked into the bathroom, where I showed him the potty and said to him "This is where bog boys pee, Jonathan is a big boy now... No more diapers, we are only using the potty." Jonathan looked really pleased and he seemed to be on board.
Jonathan proceeded to walk around the house in nothing but little underpants and a sweatshirt and Matt and I proceeded to pump him full of fluids.
Jonathan peed on the floor repeatedly, probably 8 times in a row BEFORE nap-time. The frustration was setting in, BIG TIME! Mostly because I could not be more than a six inches away to 'catch him in the act' and RUN him to the potty. The 'rules' say we are supposed to make Jonathan clean up the mess, but to Matt and I that sounds as useful as rubbing a dogs nose in it...And developmentally not an appropriate task, plus I do not want Jonathan to view this process as a punishment.
Finally after his nap, he woke up dry AND asked to use the potty! WAHOO!
For the rest of the night we occasionally asked and he complied, there were no more accidents! Jonathan was rewarded with SEVERAL cars, Mater the Greater, Tom the Offical, Crashed King and Winning Mqueen...
HE WAS SO PROUD OF HIMSELF...
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