Diving back into the ocean

[Underdog]

I'm back with good news! No surgery for D7... we have a change of meds only. Whew, another bullet dodged.

I'm more than happy to help with potty training questions, given the fact that D7 has been doing it for the past year. Fortunately, this is so way behind me with D10!

I'm happy to report that you get trained, not the kids! You facilitate it by just making sure they go at frequent intervals, but they develop those brain pathways all by themselves. And boys take a little longer.

What you are doing by taking them frequently is teaching them to recognize what it feels like to need to go to the bathroom. Those brain pathways develop as they start to learn the cues. And BTW, expect it to take longer for the nighttime training to occur.

I won't use D7 as an example (especially since she peed in my bed the other night during a very deep sleep--even through the pull ups)... but I do remember it taking D10 an extra 6 months to get that completely finished too. She definitely improved leaps and bounds, but we had an occasional accident during those 5-6 months.

Mr. Wonderful and I really doubted D7 would ever be potty trained. But true to form, she started letting us know when she needed to go by using some sign--you guys have an advantage that your little guys can tell you this.

I recommend using pull ups when you and your boys are ready to tackle the routine with VIGOR. Otherwise, it's confusing to them if you're really not willing to accept all the mistakes and errs in judgment. Make your commitment and then go with it. But pay attention to their readiness before you take on this one.

A good rule of thumb? Their peers are gradually getting there... that seemed to really kick D10 into gear. D7 was motivated as well, because the kids in her class started clapping for her when she made the effort to initiate.

So, go you!

Meredith, thanks for the positive weight feedback. I guess I can consider myself having lost a child or a backpack filled with bricks? Just ask Mr. Positivity, who carried my drunk butt out of an Irish Pub last spring... of course, I will not be giving him a repeat performance so he can distinguish the difference between me now and me then...

Thank goodness, he's a forgiving soul. And it appears that he's sustained no lingering physical disabilities as a result of his decision to lug me around? To my knowledge, he hasn't required a chiropractor.

I need to make a plug for Myrrh, who ran behind him cleaning me up and getting me ready for bed. UGH! What a horrid visual that must have been!

On that note, I sure could use a drink now. But it will have to wait until we get this golf tournament under way. Then I'm going to grab me a bottle of Coors and sit back and sigh with relief that I don't have to do this again for awhile.

Be good!

Betsey