I think he might train early…
Noah, he of One Word Utterances, looks up at me.
“Poopoo.”
“You have a poop in your diaper?”
“Aye.” (Really. He says ‘aye’ for ‘yes’. His parents and I have decided he’s channelling a Scotsman. Either that, or he was Robert the Bruce in a former life.)
And he runs away. Except… he’s not running away. He’s running to our change area. No, I don’t have a changing table. I have a nice diaper shelf which doubles as an end table. The tots are changed on the floor close to the diaper shelves.
He bombs over to the shelves and takes a diaper, one of his diapers, from his section of the shelf, and lies down on his back. When I catch up with him, he hands the diaper to me.
“Nie-puh.” …”Poopoo.”
“You want me to put that clean diaper on you?”
“Aye.”
He’ll be two in a couple of months. I’ve been faked out before, but I’m hoping I see early training in his near future…
Pumpkinpie started training about 17 or 18 months, following the suit of the little guy (a year older) that she shared a nanny with for a while before entering daycare. She backed of it after a couple of months, though, and with an impending move to daycare on the horizon, we left it alone. She came back around a couple of months after starting daycare and informed her teacher that she wanted to learn to use the potty so she could wear Dora underwear. Done. It’s amazing what peer pressure can do for you, isn’t it? I think hanging with (slightly) bigger kids is great for little ones that way.