Spoke too soon?

Well, the euphoria of normal poo always in the toilet lasted a total of two days before the onset of teething tummy from hades. The poor boy was literally screaming in pain when his daddy wiped his bum after a torrent in the toilet last night, and then screaming in pain when landing in the bath, during nappy changes (despite liberal application of Butt Paste) and until his ibuprofen kicked in. Not surprisingly there have been a few in the pants, but still at least half in the can, so still doing well despite a dodgy tum.

Officially Poo Trained!

Now that his upset tummy is gone he has asked every time for poos. He seems to be holding 'em in for the toilet, too. Will have to have A Word with the daycare folks as Ashley says they're not giving him much time on the toilet and at this stage it's still taking him 5 minutes or so to squeeze one out.

Had another wee in the garden this morning. Oh the fun of summer... he was streaking around the yard for a good 10 minutes before climbing into his (empty) splash pool and turning on his little hose.

Really coming together now

I'm not sure if the dodgy tummy from the antibiotics for ten days gave him practice or if he's just getting the hang of things, but it's really going great lately. There was a 3:30am toilet break earlier this week, which resulted in a Wide Awake Boy, half an hour of comfort nursing, another wee, and then cuddles with Daddy which took all of 2 minutes to result in a sleeping boy. He even started asking at daycare yesterday, but so far only Ms Ashley pays any attention to his toilet cues there. What's amazing is that it has been chaos there for the past three weeks with them back in the infant room, rearranged, with 12 kids. Yowzers.

My favourite first of this week, however, was when Daddy was still in the shower when he had to "wee wee" so we went outside with Inja and he watered the pumpkins. He was a little hesitant at first, but got into the swing of things amidst all the praise.

Holy cow he's getting it!

Johnny used the phrase "wee wee" half a dozen times today to mean he had to go. Mostly it was to poo, which is you know, funny, but holy cow apart from two wet farts he has only soiled two pull-ups today. He has been staying dry from about 10pm or 11pm until morning, too, which means we're going through one nappy at night. That's not bad seeing as two months ago we were going through four.

Let's see if this success can translate into daycare or if the mayhem there during the building works means he'll be wrapped in a pull-up and changed every other hour.

Wee wee, poo poo

Johnny's in the midst of an step change in word acquisition. He has been acquiring new words consistently for a few weeks now, but this past week has seen him add a word or two a day. Last Sunday in the car, Kurt thought it would be funny to teach him poo-poo. Johnny thought it was pretty funny, too, and was happy to mimic Daddy.

We don't get much of a chance to advance in potty training during the week, and with ongoing building works at daycare last week and next week, they've had their hands full with a bigger class size and Johnny hasn't been put on the toilet more than once a day, if that. Yesterday, however, we got to put poo-poo to use. Today he had a bit of an upset tummy, and twice he announced "wee wee" to which I replied "do you need to wee" and he ran to the toilet and tried to climb on before producing wee wee and poo poo.

It's quite comical to see the look on his face when he busts out a barrage of gas and poo from behind, only to have me smile and say "poo poo." A puzzled look crosses his face and he looks over his shoulder, points to his bum and repeats "poo poo."