I'm probably going to alienate my last few blog readers with this post. Maybe even the grandparents don't need this much detail about Squeakles' every little development...
This is a post about Squeakles using the potty for the first time.
Yep, see? Boooorrring. TMI.
But very exciting to his parents.
So tonight, after his bath, Squeakles was standing outside the tub, throwing his rubber duck into the tub over and over. (This is sort of a routine. He throws the duck in the tub and yells "boom", we cheer and give him the duck back, in the meantime drying him off with a towel. We then give him a warning that there will be two more throws, which we count down as he throws, and then at the end all three of us clap, and then one of us hoists Squeakles up and takes him off to get dressed.)
A couple of weeks ago I asked Squeakles if he wanted to sit on the potty, and he said yes ("ga") but had some trouble getting himself onto it and seemed to feel unstable when I lifted and sat him on it. So we put it away.
The next time we tried it, he sat on it much better. But he probably had no clue what its purpose was.
That was probably at least a week ago. But then tonight he said "poopie" while I was drying him off. J and I looked at each other with alarm. "Do you have to do poopie?" I asked Squeakles. He didn't answer and threw the duck, saying something that might have been "boom" or might have been "poopie". Hm. Then he said "potty" and wanted to go over to it. (What? How does he even remember the word?)
"Do you want to sit on the potty?" I asked Squeakles. "Ga." "Okay, I'll help you" and I lifted him up to sit on it. "Ah hap you" he repeated, as he always does when I say this.
This time I decided to try to teach him what this strange little red seat with the hole was for. "Poopie" I said, and grunted. (Yes, really.) Squeakles grunted and stood up, ready to throw the duck again. "Want to sit again?" I asked. "Ga." "I'll help you." "Ah hap you."
"Do you have to pee?" And then, this is embarrassing, but I made a pshht sound and poked him ever so lightly, to show him exactly which body part was supposed to make this happen. Just as I was thinking I couldn't believe I'd just done that, he started peeing! "Wow, he's actually doing it!" I exclaimed to J, and Squeakles leaned down to look at what he was doing. When Squeakles got up, J and I cheered what he had done.
Squeakles looked back at the potty, now filled with pee in the bottom of it, and and said in a very surprised but pleased voice, "A oval!"