My Child Is A Weirdo?

I've come to realize that my child is incredibly self-aware. No... I'm not bragging... I'm actually wondering if he's shaping up to be a weirdo. Here's why:

Lucas potty trained in four weeks. I kid you not... and you can read about it here. Boys don't potty train, at least that what everyone tells you. It sounds a lot like this the first two years of their life: "Oh yea... that's gonna be rough. Good luck with that." And then that mom who is giving you such great advice adds some type of personal horror story like: "Yea... my kid, he pooped on this and that and then he...." Need I go on?

After all was said and done, Lucas is potty trained. Like getting up in the night to use the big toilet, potty trained. Like... asking to use the bathroom in the grocery store, potty trained. And he's two and a half. Weird child.

Another reason my child may be weird: He asks to have his nose blown. I've yet to meet another child (I know they're out there) who hates snot on their face, but our kid has a smidge of snot on his face and he says: "Mom... blow! Peese." He will stop playing on the playground to blow his nose. The child will unroll an entire roll of toilet paper in an effort to blow the boogers out of his nose. Normal? Who knows?

Third (and biggest) reason my child freaks me out: Yesterday at the store, he tells me he needs to use the bathroom and then adds, "Frow up." I of course was like, "Yea, yea... we can use the potty in a few minutes." Because, like I've mentioned before... the kid LOVES going to the bathroom. But he doesn't look good... and I replay the above statement in my head to realize he's said, "throw up." Oh geeze... better find a bathroom, stat!

After asking an employee and finding the restroom, we go in and thankfully it's clean. Lucas finds a toilet he deems acceptable, walks up to it and tosses his cookies. Twice. I am freaking out on the inside, but playing it cool in an effort to keep him calm (which is ridiculous, because he's acting like he has it all under control)... because, seriously! Seriously! What two year old tells his mother he needs to throw up, and effectively throws up... in the toilet!? Most moms deal with carnage on the floor, bed, car, public areas...

Mind you, I'm not complaining. Just curious. Is my child a weirdo? And if so, he didn't get it from me... he got it from this guy. His dad. Obviously, the guy isn't stable. I'm just gonna throw that out there...

Poo Goes Down The Drain

WARNING: This post contains some descriptive notes that are a bit... crude.

The brunt of Lucas' potty training has been completed and for that I'm thankful. That being said, there are always little details that go unnoticed or unrecognized until we're in the thick of things. Things like:

• Public Restrooms - I have a method!
• Wiping - Degrading for all of us.
• Pulling Underwear Down - Weird... but it's something parents do.
• Peeing in the Shower - Socially unacceptable?

All of the above have been addressed...minus using the shower as a restroom.

Literally five minutes ago... Lucas... how do I say this?... took a poo in the shower. He calls out: Mommy! Mommy! Did! Did! Poop! Poop! YAY! Basically... he was so proud of himself for laying out a giant one and I can't say I don't blame him, but...

My child laid out a fresh one on the drain of the shower! Granted... I give him props for positioning it over the drain... because that makes complete sense, right? Poop goes down the drain. But... yuck. I gotta deal with this pooplog that is wet with shower water. Disgusting.

And then... do I chastise him for poo'ing in the shower? Or...do I say, "Good work dude!" Oh the joys of parenting...

This little guy happens to be sick today too... bummer.

Going Like A Big Kid

I don't know why or how... but something happened and Lucas is now potty trained! The kiddo hasn't had an accident or used a diaper in three full days. Yes, I said THREE DAYS! To sweeten the deal, he wakes us up in the night to use the potty!! I know, right!?

I gave up, threw in the towel...admitted defeat. And then this happened. Maybe doing nothing is the key to gettin' your kid on the toilet. I don't know. But I'm one happy/proud mamma!

Good job Lucas! Your growing up dashingly well!

Are We There Yet?

If only I could get into my kid's head and rewire the way he deals with his bodily functions. It seems impossible right now and I find myself feeling like he's never going to get it...

But... we still sit on the potty. A lot. And... we go through lots of underpants. And...we don't leave the house. And... we get treats if potty happen on the toilet (which feels like an accidental miracle at times). And... we take Lucas to the potty with us. And... I'm beginning to wonder if he's gonna be four years old before everything clicks. Maybe it's too early? I dunno. He's two and a half... people judge me when he poops in a diaper now.

Sigh...

I know we'll get there. We just gotta keep at it.

"Sit On The Potty Chair"

Our little man just went potty in his potty chair all on his own!

This is big people, REALLY BIG! Due to the aforementioned fever rash, Lucas has some irritation in his...um...err...diaper area... so I've been letting him run around as God intended; naked. It's fabulous. For him.

Ikea's LATTSAM Children's Potty

I've planted his potty chair smack in the middle of the room, hoping his nakedness would encourage urination in the potty. Yea... it's been a day or two and the guy sits down and immediately says: "Done!" He's too busy to go potty. And would rather pee in the corner when Mom has her back turned... lovely and disgusting.

But today... he says: "Poo Mom, poo." (you should know that we cannot break our child from calling both pee and poo the same thing. It's all poo). So I casually say (without hope): "If you have to go potty, you need to go over and sit on your potty chair."

What does he do!? He meanders over slightly flexes his legs and starts going potty in the potty chair! I am speechless (which is a miracle in itself) and Matt is giggling next to me. Our little boy is peeing, standing up, right into his potty chair. Not a drop was spilled!

I'm sure this is the start of a long road ahead... but lots of praise and a lil' sweet treat hopefully got this ball rolling in the right direction. Here's hoping. And for right now, I just can't stop smiling at the image of my little baby peeing like a big boy in his potty... perfectly! Sigh....