Three Fridays ago (is that all?), I made the conscious decision to toilet-train Ethan after a conversation with the mothers’ group. Today Ethan is pretty much potty-trained, although we haven’t yet made the final step from potty to toilet 100% of the time because Ethan is too short to confidently hoist himself up yet. The first three days were surprisingly easy and Ethan quickly worked out what was going on. As time progressed and he decided that he would pee on his own terms, it was a little trickier to persuade him to go when we wanted him to — before leaving the house, for example — but with a little coaxing he would go. Now he takes himself off to the bathroom and plonks himself on the potty when he feels the urge.
The hard part is, surprisingly, the pooping. Ethan’s always been a regular ol’ kid (thanks to all the fruit) but he has gone from one poop before even getting out of bed in the morning (so in his nappy) to multiple times a day. We’ve had three pairs of soiled underwear in the last week because he doesn’t quite make it or isn’t finished when he thinks he is. I’m not sure what to make of this.
Other interesting-ish thing of note: Ethan has a tiny scar on his left cheek. I remember him having a scratch there a few months ago (maybe from Amelia, I don’t remember) but surely not deep enough to scar.
Amy is spilling a little less lately, but she’s also feeding less often. Yesterday she discovered that she could get her fingers into her mouth and has been sucking ferociously on them ever since. We went to Lollipops this morning and I lay her on a blanket in the under-3s’ playground, far from the older children, with her toys and she fell fast asleep after a ten-minute play with her Lamaze cube. She adores that thing — even better because I got it from Ross for $10 in January. On Wednesday I switched out her capsule to the next-up carseat and she loves having the extra space to wiggle and play, and even though she’s still facing backward, she can see me in her little mirror, plus Ethan chats away to her. The two of them have lots of involved conversations in which Ethan tells Amy what colour the traffic lights are or whether everyone has their seatbelts on.
I was shocked to find that Amy is almost at 4 months, the minimum age for starting solids. Already! She’s starting to watch us eat, I’ve noticed, but she’s a long way yet from wanting to actually try them. She doesn’t have the hand control for one thing, and for another she’s only just working out that other things can go in her mouth besides boob.
I just discovered Ethan in the bathroom, having pooped in his potty, trying to empty it into the toilet and rinse it out under the bathtub tap. That’s a little, uh, gross. But helpful!