HE GETS IT!!!

This morning, I went into Asher's room to get him out of bed and was immediately greeted with an unpleasant odor. As I leaned over his crib, he did it! He did the sign for "potty"!!! Because it took SO long to potty train Tristan, I began teaching Asher the sign for potty a couple of months back. He usually does it when I'm changing his diaper and say, "You went potty." However, this is the first time that he told me first. YEA! We're getting somewhere!!! I hope so, anyway.

When Tristan was around 18 months old, he would tell his teachers that he needed to go potty. Thing is, he never would go on the potty. They went on and on about how he would potty train early. Well...he didn't. I have high hopes for Asher, though. He's the second child. I feel a little more seasoned this time around. We've got this!

On another note, whenever I change Asher's poo poo diapers, he almost always says, "Eeeeeeeeeeew!" LOVE it! It is SO funny!!! My thoughts exactly, Asher. Eeeeeeew, indeed.

Do You Hear Them Singing?

That's right. I know the angels have got to be singing right now. Why? Well...because it FINALLY HAPPENED! It only took four years, one month, and two days. I have anxiously waited for this time... I know, you want to know what happened, right? Let me fill you in...

TRISTAN FINALLY POO POOED IN THE POTTY!!! That's right. I'm putting it out there. My son is four years old (four years, one month, and eight days old to be exact), and he's just now going.

I know what you must be thinking. Ummmmm, hello...he's FOUR! You're proud that he's using #2 in the potty when he's four? Seriously?! At least, that's what I would have thought (pre-kids) if someone told me their four year old was pooing in the potty. Before I had kids, I thought kids who were three and older in diapers had serious problems, or at least their parents did. But that was before kids, specifically before Tristan (you can check out some of my other pre-kids beliefs on this previous post).

With Tristan, I have done everything I could possibly think of to get him to poo on the potty (except cutting a hole in the pull-up. Who does that?! How is that even possible?). I have rewarded, I have punished. I have applauded, I have fussed. I have even cried...a lot. NOTHING worked. You see, last year he did poo in the potty...once. Let's just say he had a traumatic experience, and it never happened again.

But now, by some miracle of God (and many prayers from many people), he has pooed in the potty twice!!! I CAN SEE THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL!!! He is actually getting it. He is realizing that he feels better after using the potty, and he's SO proud of himself.

I must admit, this journey to poopidom has been littered with selfishness on my part. I mean, whose four year old still wears pull-ups? I don't know many. Whenever we would be places, and he would inadvertantly pull his shirt up (and thus reveal the top of his pull up), I would always try to rush over to pull his shirt down. Or like yesterday at t-ball...he had on soccer shorts (I know it's t-ball, but it was hot, and he's only four), and he had them all hiked up to scratch the top of his leg and was revealing his pull-up to the world. I wanted to crawl under a rock. However, it appears that pull-ups are on their way out at our house. His last two poos have been in the potty. Praise God!

So next time you see a four year old in diapers, give that parent the benefit of the doubt. She/he may have tried everything imaginable to get that kid to use the potty, and they may have just refused. Who knows? All I know is that my four year old seems to have finally gotten it!!! Proof that prayer works!!!