Randman's World

We are still working on potty training with Charlie. And, by we, I mean Kim and I. Charlie isn't working that hard at all.

He knows the actions, he intelectually wants to do it, but the emotional is still a bit difficult. So, he'll go into a bathroom stall, take down his pull up, stand or sit (his choice), but nothing happens. He then stands up, tries to bluff ("I did it"), and goes to wash his hands. Nothing happens.

Until tonight. We were at Home Depot, getting some paint for his room, when he announced, "I need to go pee pee". Now, we weren't sure whether this was a true decleration of imminent urination, or merely a ruse to let him out of the racecar stoller and allow him to walk the aisles. We went with him, though, because we want to encourage him in his potty training.

So, Kim took him to the potty (as I was waiting for our Buzz Blaster Blue paint), and apparently, he dropped his pullup, and a small trickle appeared. Then, suddenly, the autoflusher on the toliet decided to flush. It scared him, he cried, and potty time was done.

Oh, well, back to the drawing board.