Potty Training

No posts for a week, as I've been away at my mum's avoiding the decorators doing a sterling job on our hallway and landing. Too many opportunities for little fingers messing up sticky gloss paint on the woodwork :-)

Anyway, I thought I'd take advantage of my mum's experience as both mother and grandmother to get Jacob started on the potty. Mum was pretty confident of success until she encountered the sheer contrary will power of my firstborn. On day 3, we decided that no amount of encouragement and cajoling was going to start him off and that in the morning he'd be back in nappies. So Mum headed off to choir practice (she is a lovely singer, it runs in the family but it by-passed me, unfortunately) and I was getting Jacob ready for bed when he announced he wanted to use the potty. Rather sceptically, I let him get on the potty and sit there for a minute - so imagine my surprise when he stood up, leaving behind him one of each!!

Since then, he's been using it regularly - we have as many hits as misses at this stage, and I'm trying to get him to come and tell me when he wants a wee/poo - that's to pave the way for when we're out and about and he's not in nappies.

Earlier on today he was so transfixed by Mickey Mouse's Clubhouse that he weed where he was standing. He was most upset as I'd promised him a present if he could go on the potty for the rest of the afternoon and had managed pretty well until that moment. Ahh, the power of the House of Mouse over bladder control.

Still, better than him pooing on my lovely new laminate flooring in the dining room which he did earlier. And even that wouldn't have been that bad if Sam hadn't crawled through it before I got a chance to clean it up....