Connor experienced some "firsts" this weekend. He peed in the "big boy" toilet for the first time on Friday night. Wow. He was totally totally THRILLED with himself and kept on wanting to do it "one more time" which he then would. We clapped and oohed and ahhhed and had a celebration. :) This all started sometime last week when I noticed he was making himself start and stop peeing in the tub. He was quit fascinated by the whole thing and it was totally grossing me out that he was peeing in the bathtub. I had tried him on the toilet after that bath but he had nothing left to give. It was Byron that came up with the idea to try before bath time and we had immediate success! Do I dare dream of a diaper less life? We'll see where all this leads.
Connor's last "first" of the weekend was his first "time out". What led to the timeout was so hilarious I could hardly contain myself from laughing and kissing him all over, but I persevered. Connor was having a great time playing with Playdoh in the kitchen. He ventured to the front room with it a few times and he was told as he'd been told many times before the Playdoh is only for the kitchen. Usually he runs back into the kitchen and carries on with his business. Not yesterday. He took the hot pink Playdoh and while keeping a steady gaze on me, his mother, he crumpled all the Playdoh into the floor. He ran away and hid while I said, "No, no" in my best mommy voice and asked him to come pick it up. After some coaxing I thought I'd got through to him when he came and picked up a piece. No sooner had a said, "Thank you, good job buddy!" for helping clean up, when the little stinker went the the other side of the room and crumpled the Playdoh up there with that same steady gaze. So, onto a kitchen chair he went for two minutes. I sat across from him to keep him there and was amazed at how he tried to get down but it was as if his bottom was glued to the chair. He was crying and asking for his blankie, something to eat, something to drink, a band aid because he had an invisible "boo boo" that had appeared. He learned you don't get anything like that in "time out". As he cried I told him "time out" is no fun and that it wasn't fun for Mom or Dad either. The timer went off, he looked at me expectantly, we took him off the chair all hugged and kissed and proclaimed out love for one another, dried tears and were happy again. We'll see when our next need for "time out" arises.