So the boy is two and there’s all this talk of potty training, big boys beds and getting rid of his bedtime boppy. Now if you were to ask me I’d have said he was grand. I’d rather leave him in his cage like bed for the moment, at least until the new baby arrives. I ain’t got the energy to be chasing him around upstairs cause let’s face it, he’s gonna run a muc when he gets his new bed. As for the boppy, he’s a sleeper. Why fix something that ain’t broken?
Joe has started introducing him to the big boys toilet. It’s all novelty. Nothing is happening the past week, apart from the excitement of sitting there and praying people outside can’t hear him scream ‘me willy‘ whilst he laughs and claps hysterically.
I still have Kayla’s potty’s, books and unused bed time pull-ups ’cause I’m an awful hoarder. I also picked up this yoke off the mama (wish) app for a couple of euro’s. It’s a boys urinal but he mostly wears it on his head.
Anyways, this evening as I was stripping him off for a quick shower he said ‘wee-wee‘ pointing at the toilet so I popped him on it as you do. He then made a funny face and shouted ‘oh‘. I didn’t know what was going on so I bent down to have a little look.
He pissed in my face.
Right on my nose, dripping down into my mouth as I screamed in horror. Kayla laughed. Frankie laughed. My screams woke the sleeping baby.
My introduction to potty training is over. He can wear nappies till he’s ten as far as I’m concerned.