It is two weeks to the day that Little Red decided he was no longer wearing diapers, but underwear (thus the new nickname: Captain Underpants.) He stayed dry all morning, even telling me when he needed to go instead of going at a time I had insisted he try (which I’ve stopped doing because the candies were becoming less of an appeal and I didn’t want to have battles over the bathroom.) He even stayed dry on our one-hour walk. The breakthrough really started last night, when he told Paul at bedtime that he needed to go. He was already diapered.
Today, during the last second of moderate consciousness before I fell asleep completely Little Red wispered in my face that he wanted to go potty. I thought he said he wanted to go play and told him, “no, not now, it’s nap time.” He patiently repeated his request and I lugged myself out of bed.
He did BOTH on the toilet! I was so excited I took a picture (no, not of the poo, just of him.) I IMed Paul at work, who wasn’t responding, and tried calling but only got the office voice mail. I assumed that meant he was busy so I didn’t bother calling his cell.
I wish I had called his cell and gotten it over with, as when we finally got to the business of napping, an hour and a half after we went upstairs, the phone calls started. There’s a reason I don’t keep a phone upstairs, because I don’t want to answer it. Today I could hear the ringing, faintly, which meant I was never totally asleep. It was Paul, calling incessantly, because he thought we were DONE with naptime when the great news happened and not the other way around.
How unsatisfying. Well, I finally got up, leaving both boys sleeping so peacefully, and am waking myself up with nanaimo bars. Dang it. Who did I think I was, setting aside some that I won’t take to the International Marketplace enrichment activity tonight? Did I really think I wouldn’t gorge myself on them? Come on.
Blast. I can feel myself getting thicker this week from all the snacking. I really need to turn this around. I’m going to Canada in less than two months (bought the tickets yesterday!!!) and I don’t want to be a fat blob whem I finally see my family. I want to look GOOD.
Well, instead of using my awake time to exercise I have spent the whole time iming and doing a stream-of-consciousness blog (never my best kind.) Captain Underpants is calling me, “come on Mummy, come up.” Naptime is over. I didn’t even check the mail.
There are two nanaimo squares left in the fridge and they have my name on them.
For something that’ll make you laugh, read Josie’s blog. Her kid cracks me up!