Potty Training

So I'm pretty excited to say that Cayman is pretty much potty trained! I'm not following any rules - some would say I'm doing things all wrong. But, hey, it is working for us and that's all that matters! Sometimes he wears underwear, sometimes he chooses to go commando (just shorts, no undies, no diaper). And sometimes he wears his diaper! But I can't tell you the last time he's had a wet diaper...even after sleeping all night or during naptime! I don't think I give him a chance to actually tell me that he has to go potty - one day I will be brave enough to allow that. But I'm scared, so I ask him all the time, or my mom or I will just take him to sit on the potty every hour or so. He has finally quit screaming whenever we start taking him to the potty - I think he was just so into whatever it was that he was doing, and he did not want to be interrupted to be taken to the bathroom! But he's getting used to it now though, I believe.

Needless to say, his growing vocabulary and the act of going to the potty provide a bit of humor for us. He never fails to entertain us, that's for sure!

Last weekend while Ian was in town, he pooped in the potty. It had been a full day since he'd gone poop - he'd skipped the previous day, probably to avoid having to poop on the potty. But the next day, he just couldn't hold it anymore. We were in the middle of eating supper, he came to me and said something about poopy, so we ran to the potty. That child...oh my goodness...he pooped like a man. Seriously. It was so big (please, please excuse me!) that Ian took a picture to send to his guy friends! (I know. Silly boys. They were all so proud of Cayman. Gag me.) As we stood over the toilet admiring Cayman's poop in the potty (me because I heard angels singing "hallelujah" over not having to buy size 5 diapers anymore...Ian because he was so proud of the size of his son's poop) someone mentioned something about Cayman having "man poop." And then we flushed his man poop down the toilet and gave Cayman his M&Ms.

Well today. We were playing upstairs in the playroom, and I knew it was about time for Cayman to poop, so I kept asking him. I took him once, and he just peed. Then we went back to the playroom, and not 5 minutes later, he looked up at me with his poop face! (As in, I'm about to poop!) We went running to the potty - Cayman said, "Hurry, Mama!" He sat down and after a few minutes of struggling a little, he finally pooped. Yet again, it was pretty massive. He stood up (after a thorough wiping of course) to examine his poop before he flushed, you know, like every man apparently does! He said, "Holy Mackerel, dat's man poop, mama!" I didn't know which part to laugh at first! The "holy mackerel" exclamation or his recollection of the phrase "man poop!" It was hilarious.

"Oh be careful little mouth what you say! Oh be careful little mouth what you say! For there's a boy at your feet, who is listening to everything coming from your mouth! Oh be careful little mouth what you say!"