potty antics

This is the funniest thing that has happened here in a while.

Gus likes to go potty by himself. He "needs his privacy." For the most part I try to leave him alone since he is most successful this way, but with enough supervision to ensure that he does not make a huge mess or drown.

Tonight I heard him climb up on the step stool to wash his hands and I went in to check on him. He was brushing his teeth with Jonathan's toothbrush. I said, "Gus, that is Daddy's toothbrush." He said "I know. I brush my teeth with Daddy's toothbrush every time I go potty!"

This made me so happy. What does that say about me? And for the record, Jonathan, I have never seen him use your toothbrush before so this may have actually been the first time. Though I suggest you might want to move your toothbrush. Mine is headed to the medicine cabinet.

a potty party

The boys were very silly tonight pre-bath. Grandma has been asking for pictures of the boys together, but this is probably not what she had in mind. They are grungy and, well, trying to potty.





I have cuter photos, but they are probably not appropriate for blog world. You may even find these gone tomorrow. But here are some nice ones of all three boys. Too bad Gus has given himself a wind-type burn around his lips from licking them so much.

Potty talk

If you do not want to know, do not read this, or any future, potty talk entry. But rest assured that I will never include graphic descriptions or pictures.

Gus pooped on the potty this evening! It was actually a pretty low key happening.

Our new, two-boy bedtime routine starts with Gus sitting on the potty while I bathe and dress Theo. Then I draw Gus's bath (which he now likes to take in Theo's bitty tub) and he gets off the potty and into his bath. Tonight he asked to get back on the potty when he got out of the bath. He was not talking about poop or pee, so I thought he was just procrastinating, but agreed.

After a minute or so I thought I heard something hit the water and asked him if he pooped. He said, "No, I pass gas." Then I heard another plop and he said "more gas, more gas. " I peaked down the back of the bowl, did not see anything, and then congratulated him on passing gas on the potty. He was really excited about it. We even called Jonathan to tell him about the gas. It seemed big at the time.

Jonathan was only a block away, so I gave Gus Blue Hat, Green Hat to read, in hopes of keeping him on the potty until Jonathan got home so I could pass off getting him dressed. (Yes, I do things like this. It is a long day.)


And Gus started reading it! This was way more exciting than potty gas. Of course he was not really reading it, but he was able to look at each picture and recite the text exactly as it appears. I have liked this book for a long while (at first I strongly disliked all the Boynton books) but I never appreciated the genius of it until Gus "read" it this evening. He was giddy over it.


"Red shirt. Blue shirt. Yellow shirt. Oops!"

Jonathan got home and took over in the bathroom. After listening to Gus read, Jonathan got him off the potty and found two poops! He showed them to Gus who was excited, though mostly about flushing. He did not really appear to know that he had done this. Gus told Jonathan he had just done it, but I think it was the gas.

So my scheme to avoid dressing Gus lead me to hear him read for the first time :) But I missed the first poop :(

Or, I missed the first poop :)

Potty time!

With all Gus's talk of "big poopy bums," his, Theo's, mine, and his talk of "just pee," Jonathan and I figured it was time to get a potty. Gus and I went to Target today and picked up this beauty. There were only two there, a pink and a blue one, so it was an easy choice.


I left Gus with Jonathan to practice sitting on the potty so I could make dinner. I was called back about a half hour later to find a naked Gus, who had just "peed in the potty" a little and a lot on the floor. He was very proud. Jonathan did not point out the floor to him. What a good dad.

Looks like this potty training is going to be a long and messy road.