We decided today was the day. It is do or die time. Matthew is 3 years, 8 months old, he knows his ABCs, he can dress himself, and has a good vocabulary. It is now time for him to learn to do the one thing that he has yet to do, the one thing that may be most important thing he has ever done—–use the potty.
We have been trying since he was 2, but he has absolutely had no interest. He still doesn’t, so we are creating interest for him. We told him that if he uses the potty, every gets a treat. We put his favorite underwear on him this morning and have been asking him every few minutes if he needs to use the potty.
He did it for the first time this morning and I went berserk, raising him in the air and yelling like he had just won the national going-to-the-potty championship. We called my parents, Kristy’s parents, and some of our friends.
Just a while ago he said he had to use it again. So I took him into the bathroom and put him on his baby potty while I sat on a little blue stool at the bathroom door. Since he has been observing me in the bathroom for a while now, he insists on holding a section of the newspaper as he waits for the “big event.” It’s a long wait.
Finally, it happens. He says he’s done and I look. Oh yeah–it’s #2. I go berserk again and Matthew is all smiles.
One more thing to be thankful for. Life is good.