What a big girl

Asia's potty training has been very self-paced. We had the usual incentive (one M & M for a wee, two for something more substantial!) but other than that, have not pushed it. She was never very interested in the little potty and went for the regular toilet, which was more than fine by me. One less thing to empty and clean!

It is so different than when Arran was a baby. Of course at that point it was me and him at home and I could give him my undivided attention, but I think the truth is that although he did great, it was more a case of me staying on top of it, I would set the timer at 30 minute intervals and ask him to try, we had stickers and rewards, we went from nappies to pull-ups and finally when several MONTHS later he was there, underwear. It was a lot of work.

I was WAY more relaxed by the time Bryttain came around and waited for her to be pretty interested.

Now Asia is finally there. I have known for a while that she got it. She could produce every time she went to the bathroom, half the time she was taking herself, but I had just left her in nappies (diapers), and occasionally tried a pull-up. She knows the difference though and would just get lazy.

She could run around naked though, for hours, with no accidents, so today I decided, out of curiosity more than anything else, to just put her in regular underwear. Not one accident! She told us each time she needed the bathroom and even fell asleep in her bed at nap time, before we registered that she was not in a pull-up...and stayed dry the whole time. You could have picked up my jaw from the floor at that point (we will not be trying to repeat that one for a while though).

Anyway, I am INCREDIBLY proud of her...and here she can tell you the news for herself.

Another one bites the dust

Last Saturday the kids were running around being totally crazy, when all of a sudden Arran came rushing in, completely devastated. His top tooth, which had been hanging precariously for days, had finally in the midst of the chasing and wrestling, been knocked out. He did NOT want to show us, but Bryttain excitedly showed off the booty, as proud as could be. She is so funny, it was not even her tooth.

Try as hard as I might, Arran did not want to let me take a photo, and James scolded me for trying to catch the moment as my little boy cried (I was not completely heartless, daddy was cuddling him at the time already). Finally after some tickling we got half a reluctant smile. My little boy looks so different now.