Ben Takes a Trip to Tinkletown
Ben did a tiny toilet tinkle Tuesday night. Somehow, after soaking the changing table pad in two short bursts, he still had some left for the ultimate target. He rarely does anything like that when his diaper’s off, so maybe this is a sign he’s ready for the bigtime. Before that night, several times his interest had wandered toward the toilet with an accompanying, “Ben go potty.” And here we were thinking we’d wait until after the holidays, then hit the potty training with all we got. Sometimes they’re just ready, and you need to go along with it.
Of course it probably didn’t help that any time Ben would express interest in using the potty, in my ignorance I would put his step-stool in front of the toilet, stand him on it, and encourage him to let’er rip. Evidently boys are supposed to learn this skill sitting down before they try to master the whole “point and shoot” concept.
For now we’ve been placing him carefully on the back of the toilet seat and keeping his feet from dipping into the bowl. We’ll get a training seat today or tomorrow, and this weekend should be our first valid attempt at starting Ben on the road to Tinkletown. No more silent running for my boy. Nope. He shall be heard.
My Seven Things
Here are My Seven Things, in response to a challenge from Simian Farmer (in my Blogroll on the right).
We hit a record-high (for that date) 89 degrees on Sunday, hit 19 degrees with freezing rain and sleet last night, and are predicted for a record-low (for that date) 14 degrees very early Friday morning. It’s June or December. Take your pick. We’re just riding an atmospheric roller coaster here.
Speaking of the weather, check out the crazy storm-chasing photo galleries on display here. Beautiful and ominous images abound. There’s the cheesy sound of a heartbeat on the first page, so it takes a second to load.