The novelty of peeing standing up continues.
We had got to the point where Sam was going to the toilet and sorting himself out on his own. Now he has returned to yelling at us when he needs to the loo and one of us has to accompany him for the deed. He then takes a moment to line himself up and decide at which angle he wants to hit the water this time. He doesn’t like to go for the obvious spot, but rather prefers a jaunty side angle. There has been much cheering and rejoicing as he aims and shoots and somehow doesn’t make a mess. It’s awesome.
I had been reading about how some parents use Cheerios to throw into the pan to encourage accurate aiming. This somewhat disturbs me as I really don’t want to encourage putting anything other than effluence and loo roll down the dunny. I also wonder now, is Sam some sort of a standing up to pee genius? Because he seems to have got it down alright with no terrible mishap so far. *touch wood* So what is the poor child who warrants the soggy cereal doing? Ye gods! And exactly how hard is it for a man to pee in a toilet? My two year old seems to be dooning just fine right now. (So, we’ve had a few wet t-shirt mishaps, but he’s doing great!)
Hang on. Two year old?! What two year old? My boy is going to be three THREE on Monday! Crikey!
I’ve got a fun day planned for my little guy. ‘course my lips are sealed as I wouldn’t want to ruin his surprise. Very excited about Sam’s birthday!
edit – OH CRAP. I really think some days that I am totally jinxed. No sooner do I post this than I find out that the super awesome morning activity I had signed us up for has been cancelled. Bollocks. Very bummed about that.
I was really excited as he supposedly had this opportunity via a teacher at pre-school too, and I don’t understand why Sam seemed to get skipped over for it then. If we hadn’t been moving out of State I’d have been really pissed about it, as opposed to just bugged. When this came up again via the Charlotte Moms and it happened to be on his birthday I thought “Yay! Somehow karma comes good” but no, ’tis not to be. Buggeration.
OK, now I really have to make his afternoon wonderful.