Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Beck is the kind of kid you'd call "mellow." It's another word for "not very motivated." In his 3 years, he has never tried to jump out of his crib. He's always been just fine hanging out in there until we come and get him. He has never tried to get out of his seat belt. He's cool waiting until we get to him. He's just the type of kid who seems fine with whatever. So I just assumed potty training him would be hard. He'd never requested big boy underwear, or expressed dismay at being "a baby" or seemed in any way interested in behaving like older kids. He seemed satisfied being Baby Beck forever.
And then, two weeks ago, Beck came to me one day and said, "Mommy, I want to wear big boy underwear." Oh, sure, I thought. But I had a couple of pairs I'd bought six months earlier when I was in a serious state of denial about his likelihood to be potty trained at 2 1/2. So I put them on him and waited for the inevitable urine.
One hour later, still dry, Beck came to me and said, "Mommy, I think I need to go potty." Oh sure, I thought. I know this story. We go and sit you on the potty and exactly nothing happens. Then we put your diaper back on. But this time, to my surprise, he sat down, pointed his wang down, and peed! I couldn't believe it. But still being a doubting Thompson, I figured it was a one time deal. A fluke. Well, that was 2 weeks ago and he's never gone back. Underwear every day, potty whenever he feels like he needs to go. No accidents, no reminders, no cajoling. There were a few Rolos involved, just for good measure. But I don't think he would have needed them. The kid had decided it was time, and IT WAS TIME.
And that is why Beck is my super hero.
p.s. A week later, Beck also decided that he no longer wanted to wear a diaper at night and would be using the toilet at night from then on. I am currently sewing him his cape and tights. And I think I'll put a giant P on his chest. Hahaha, Get it??