All in Good Time
Thursday, 19 November 2009
Peach sauntered into the house. A saunter with just a touch of swagger.
“Look at me!” he exclaimed.
This is my third kid. I know that kids are gonna poop in the potty when they are good and ready. And nothing I am going to do can make my kid ready before his time. Sure, I can read books on the subject to him. Get him his own potty seat. Even select the big boy underpants he’ll get once he is potty-trained. But it’s going to happen when it’s going to happen.
Come to think of it, that’s a good approach to much of this parenting stuff.
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yayyyy!
Way to go Peach!
All in their own time – that’s really what it’s all about, isn’t it?
oh my goodness!
how cute is that!!!!!
i always say: for sure they will be potty trained when they read from the torah at their bar mitzvah…
is he really old enough to be potty trained!? crazy.
It goes so fast. Peach is only 2.5 and that’s pretty young for training. We’re letting him take the lead on this one!
The one lesson I’ve learned from being a mom to these three kids is that each kid is on his or her own timeline. Sometimes that requires us to redefine “normal” as our kids reach milestones or develop skills according to no one else’s expectations save their own!
Yay for him!! It’s so cute that he’s proud of that accomplishment and so happy he’s at that milestone. But also a little sad that it’s already here.
You comment – “Sometimes that requires us to redefine “normal” as our kids reach milestones or develop skills according to no one else’s expectations save their own!”
That sums up the last two years of my motherhood.
The recipes all look great. Need to try some soon.
I realize that I have commented the wrong post. Good luck with the potty training.
I-D — thanks! I figured that the recipe comment was on the wrong post 🙂
I can’t believe how big he is now. Also, when did “poop” become an acceptable word? It’s been years now, but that wasn’t always the case, was it?
It wasn’t my word of choice but when Beernut used BM at his first preschool, they didn’t know what he was talking about! He started saying poop…and there ya have it.