Toilet Training
…happening ONLY at wee hours.
Zivy loves to sleep naked or sometimes, semi naked, predominantly; he is fond of sleeping in his skimpy t-shirt and he calls that pyjamas. I have to make this really clear, before it gets too risqué, well, I don’t know where he got the genes from, both Kevin and I dislike, read: D-I-S-L-I-K-E to be wearing nothing for sleep. It is neither sexy nor kinky, I feel insecure having just birthday suite and the cover. Alright, stop delving into whys and more whys and before this post gets an R-rated rating.
Anyhow, all I can say is, Zivy’s liking is causing some serious pother in Kevin. He already had a tremendous hard time in cleaning Coby’s urine spots each time we return from outside, Coby’s way of showing his discontent.
Back to toilet training, we have been trying to toilet train the little rascal in the day, as it is definitely more feasible to do it in the day than night, in the day, once in a while, playfulness has gotten over him that he ‘let it out’ sometimes, the progress has been fantastic but we still do not really ‘trust’ him when he is out and about and especially when the lights are out.
However, yesterday was hilarious.
As usual, we let him sleep without the diaper and in the middle of the night, either one of us will wake up and put it on for him, but yesterday, he woke up and took it off again. And all of a sudden, there was a pat on my shoulder and I heard a weak, “Shh Shh. Shh Shh.” Kevin jumped up of bed and we thought, that’s it, we need to go through the CBS (change bed sheet) Operation again. To our surprised, Ziv didn’t pee on the sheet, but he was merely signally us to bring him to the loo. Catching each other’s glance in the dark, we swiftly carry the (still) closed eyes Zivy out of bed and to the toilet bowl. He let off and we heaved off a sigh of relief as well.
The saga ended, without Ziv knowing what had happened and resulted in two fretting parents smelling and touching the sheet for urine.
Upcoming news, My Mr Stolid is having his 30th birthday this Saturday, and as usual, being stolid about it, I hope that I will not be asked to go back to office for endless mind-numbing meetings and be able to push the boat out and have a really nice meal with him and Zivy.
Zivy loves to sleep naked or sometimes, semi naked, predominantly; he is fond of sleeping in his skimpy t-shirt and he calls that pyjamas. I have to make this really clear, before it gets too risqué, well, I don’t know where he got the genes from, both Kevin and I dislike, read: D-I-S-L-I-K-E to be wearing nothing for sleep. It is neither sexy nor kinky, I feel insecure having just birthday suite and the cover. Alright, stop delving into whys and more whys and before this post gets an R-rated rating.
Anyhow, all I can say is, Zivy’s liking is causing some serious pother in Kevin. He already had a tremendous hard time in cleaning Coby’s urine spots each time we return from outside, Coby’s way of showing his discontent.
Back to toilet training, we have been trying to toilet train the little rascal in the day, as it is definitely more feasible to do it in the day than night, in the day, once in a while, playfulness has gotten over him that he ‘let it out’ sometimes, the progress has been fantastic but we still do not really ‘trust’ him when he is out and about and especially when the lights are out.
However, yesterday was hilarious.
As usual, we let him sleep without the diaper and in the middle of the night, either one of us will wake up and put it on for him, but yesterday, he woke up and took it off again. And all of a sudden, there was a pat on my shoulder and I heard a weak, “Shh Shh. Shh Shh.” Kevin jumped up of bed and we thought, that’s it, we need to go through the CBS (change bed sheet) Operation again. To our surprised, Ziv didn’t pee on the sheet, but he was merely signally us to bring him to the loo. Catching each other’s glance in the dark, we swiftly carry the (still) closed eyes Zivy out of bed and to the toilet bowl. He let off and we heaved off a sigh of relief as well.
The saga ended, without Ziv knowing what had happened and resulted in two fretting parents smelling and touching the sheet for urine.
Upcoming news, My Mr Stolid is having his 30th birthday this Saturday, and as usual, being stolid about it, I hope that I will not be asked to go back to office for endless mind-numbing meetings and be able to push the boat out and have a really nice meal with him and Zivy.
posted by Cel at
6/08/2009 05:35:00 PM
1 Comments:
Huge milestone achieve! Congrats to diaper-free and 'shit-get-stuck-in-wipes' days!
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