Big Boys

Brigham is potty trained. The day after he finished his preschool for the holiday break, and less than a week before his 4th birthday, I told him that the pullups were gone and we were going total big boys from here on out. He has done amazingly well--still not at night--but the days have been problem free. That is because he was more than ready to potty train and just waiting to do it until Brigham decided it was the right time for him. If anyone else has a stubbornly strong and willfully smart kid, you will understand--his timetable.

I don't think that Mackay will take quite as long because now he has motivation. He wants to be "big" like Brigham. He wants the attention and praise that Brig gets when he does well with his potties. Mack has had success doing his peeps on the potty many times but I know that he is not ready for potty training yet--another stubbornly strong and willfully smart kid on my hands. Lucky me.

So today the three of us were in the bedroom getting Brig a new pair of big boys because, although we have been accident free, we have not been "didn't quite make it to the potty before a little snuck out because we were too busy with life to sense the real urgency" free. For fear of disclosing too much information, I still have not completly mastered that one at 33, so I can't get too mad. Must be genetic--sorry boys.

Brigham got in his dresser and started looking at all of the big boys--character ones, striped ones, plane ones, etc. Then his little lack of restraint kicked in and he grabbed the big boys out f the drawer, started throwing them up in the air and said, "Look mom, I am juggling big boys." Mackay saw this, said "heck yes" (at least internally), pulled all of the big boys out of his drawer and joined in the fun.

There were little undies flying around the room everywhere. Then the boys would go and pick them up and toss them around again. It was great fun for about 3 1/2 minutes. Then Brigham took some of the big boys out of Mackay's pile and things started to get heated. They were stealing big boys from each other and wrestling around the get one or two pairs more than the other. So in an effort to distract the impending wreslters from an out and out big boy blood bath, I offered to put some big boys on Mack. "Heck yes" (again--internal but I know what he is thinking).

I think it started with a pair of Dash big boys (The Incredibles). Then he brought me some new Thomas big boys. Then some super old santa big boys from his cousin Truman. Mack just kept bringing me big boys and I just kept putting them on his cute little bum. At last count, I think he had 12 big boys stacked on top of each other. It was so cute I had to take pictures, and share them with all our friends and family--Mackay's junk in the trunk (and Briggie's too).

So we left the big boys on Mack during dinner. I asked him about 10 times if he needed to do his peeps but I already knew that they were done. I wasn't too worried because only the bottom few layers of big boys were really wet. But after dinner, the boys and I were coloring at the table. After a few minutes, Mackay left the table, snuck onto the stairs and was real quiet. I knew he was trying to poop but when I asked him he denied it.

After a few more minutes of quiet, I walked over to him and started peeling the big boys off. His poor little waste was so red so I left him naked on the stairs to let his skin take a break for a second. I walked about 2 feet away to put all of the big boys in the laundry room, came back and he had pooped on the kitchen floor, twice. I guess once I loosened the big boy girdle around his waste, it had to come out--on my clean kitchen floor. Not ready to potty train that kid yet. Maybe he won't be easier than his brother--you never know with Mackay Moo.

Just wanted to share one of the stories that makes me want to scream, laugh, cry, and go on a vacation (alone) every day. I love me boys--at least I know it will never be boring, just maybe a little more sanitary next time.