Big Man Pants!!

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I think I can safely say we have a potty master on our hands!! That's right! The young Cerney boy has retired his diapers for underwear (except a sleepy-dipe, of course). Some nudity depicted below. The cutest and tamest of nudity mind you.

A weekend event, Saturday started out pretty well. We tried underwear in the beginning and it was met with immediate liquid release. So he kicked it Donald Duck style for a few days. Day one started out strong with a poop by the middle of the morning! 

 The catalyst I presume was the promise of making special potty cupcakes upon the deliverance of the first poo. Brock is a man who responds to bribery in the form of junk food. His Achilles heel! Ha Ha! Here was (is) the formula: 1 jelly bean for a solid, un-manipulative try in the potty, and 2 jelly beans for a legitimate pee and a cupcake for the big #2.

 Batter me up some sweet success!

He looks as proud as we are!! Delirious.

That night I caught a bit of "arewedoingtherightthing?mylittleboyisgrowingup!whatifwedon'thaveanotherone!whaaaaaa!rediculousness" I got over it. Then we began asking ourselves how we came to the decision to potty train in the first place. There was a bit of "IthoughtyouwantedtonoIthoughtyouwantedto" sort of thing. Basic parent axiety. But we came around, smart little guy can handle it. The second day was harder. He was upset to discover that diaper-free day was, indeed, diaper-free forever. Then, at breakfast, Brock started to dribble a bit and I swooped him up and whisked him to the potty and sat him down. This seemed to not be Brock's preferred approach. I thought I was quite calm about it and light hearted but I think the shock of being uprooted from the bench and flying to the potty might have spooked him a little. When he spoke to Matt later, he said that he was afraid of the potty. Not good. He was also very sad that day. It was hard. Brock seemed to be comfortable letting us know when he had to go (we also asked him) from the beginning, so we decided that putting him on the potty every such and such minutes was not the best approach. Once we let that go and just trusted him to tell us (sometimes after a little dribble), it went much better and he seemed less spooked.

Monday was a total success, but he was still much opposed to underwear. So it was anothernudie day.

Tuesday was music class. Underwear is now non-negotiable. He finally acquiesced with a little encouragement from Daddy (he requested that daddy talk to him about underwear before we put them on). Total success. No accidents at music class or in the car. He even told me he had to go, but I'm not sure if he was just avoiding Monkey in the Middle. I think we've done it. Since, all has been well. I felt a little "had" today as nap-time was perpetually stalled over an I-have-to-go potty-but-lets-just-read-Wolfie-the-Bunny-while-we're-at. Any how, so proud of the little guy and that fruity booty is ADORABLE with Thomas the Train on it.




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