Little brother will wear his undies. Okay, so last week I posted a similar title. It seems like this is becoming a theme lately. But the few hours with Carter every week, is beginning to lend some good Carter stories.
Case in point...
Tuesday morning, while I was changing Carter's diaper, he declared, "NO DIAPER MAMA!"
Side note: I haven't started potty training Carter. I suggest the potty once in awhile and Carter will sit on the potty once in awhile. But he's just not quite into it yet. And I am not the type of mom who will push it, remember? Evan was 3 before HE decided to be done with diapers. And when he did decide, he didn't have any accidents and there was not fighting! My kinda of potty training.
So, normally, if Evan was around, I would ignore this request because I can't handle cleaning up messes while kids are running through them. You know what I mean?
But since Evan wasn't around and we had a little bit of time to spare, I thought to myself, "Why not?" After all we do have hard wood floors...
So I let him go bare buns for a little while. I was finishing up some work at the table on the computer and just figured I would periodically check in on him and make sure there weren't any puddles to clean up.
Another side note: I am not that type of mom to constantly ask my kids if they need to go potty. If they are not old enough or ready enough to tell me they need to go and/or not have accidents then again I'm not going to try to potty train them. I hate hearing a mom ask over and over and over again.
After a couple of minutes, I hear Carter, "Mama, pooped."
I jumped up expecting the worst. But to my relief no poop. But I rushed him into the bathroom and sat him on the potty.
He jumped up from the potty and back to his play area where he began to pee all over the rug (of course not on the hard wood).
I again picked him up quickly and put him on the potty. Where he giggled and said, "all done."
Not one drop of pee in the potty.
I cleaned up the little puddle that he left and he went about his business again playing with his Cars.
A few moment later, he ran into the dining room where I was sitting and exclaimed again, "Mama, pooped."
And once again, I led him to the potty and sat him down. Where again, he giggled and said, "All Done." And went along his merry business.
Third time's a charm. After a few moments, he ran into the dining room again and proclaimed, "Mama, pooped!"
I began to get up, but before I could check out the damage he began to pee, right there in front of me. Smiling and giggling.
He peed and peed and peed and peed. Oh my word, I didn't think he would stop.
But when he did, he giggled and said, "Mama, poopeed"
Okay so at least, he doesn't understand the difference between pooping and peeing. Whew!
After cleaning up the massive puddle, I peaked in the living room where he was playing again and noticed a small puddle on the hardwoods, which I believe was the second time he told me he had to poop. After the first accident, I stopped him in mid flow to rush him to the potty where nothing came out. And the third time he peed so much that I don't think it came after that. So he must have told me the second time he peed.
I have now realized that the kid is fully aware of when he needs to go potty. He is just now figuring out how to tell me he does.
So, I picked him up to go put a diaper on him. Because a mom can only clean up pee so many times. He flailed and thrashed and yelled, "NO DIAPER MAMA!"
So what's a mom to do?
I put a pair of Evan's undies on him until it was time to go pick up Evan. I figured it would be a great learning time, if he chose to pee again. Nothing like wet undies to interrupt play time. He was so proud of himself.
"I got 'Wa-Wa's undies Mama", he proclaimed over and over again. Yeah kid, just don't tell your brother that ;-)!
But the time came that I had to put a diaper back on him. He was not very happy about it but we made a compromise to put undies on again after we got home. Well he forgot about that compromise. Let's see if he asks again today while Evan is at school.