It’s been a rough day for the momma today. It actually started yesterday when I went cold turkey on Thomas and put him in big boy undies. He did surprisingly well and didn’t have any accidents. Of course, I put him in a diaper during nap time because there is no way he’d survive that dry, but I’m ok with that. And towards the end of the night I put him in a diaper when I put his jammies on. I didn’t put him to bed for another hour and the diaper was soaked when I finally got him to bed. Fail there, but for the most part it was a successful day.
Today though has been a different story. I talked with some friends the other night and said I was going to make the plunge and take the tent off the crib. I also said I was going to potty train him. He is three, after all. As much as I hate that he’s growing up, I know that it’s inevitable. I just hate to let go of the baby in him. I’m already losing his blonde hair, I don’t want to lose anymore.
This morning when he woke up I put his big boy undies on him. I was pretty sure that he had already gone potty in his diaper because I left him talking in his crib for at least 20 minutes before I came to get him. He was soaked through the diaper and his pants were wet. I didn’t put him on the potty immediately and within 20 minutes he was telling me, “Oh no! I pee pee on my pirate ship!” which were his new undies. Accident number one for the day.
I took him back to his room to change him and made a power move and removed the tent AND the side of the crib. Holy moly! What a shock. Not only was I sad, he was, too! I quickly had to turn this into excitement of a big boy bed and he’s three and he’s going pee pee in the potty and all that stuff. He was ok with it then.
As the day went on we changed his clothes twice because of pee pee and tossed a really nasty pair of poo poo undies. Four accidents today and it’s only 5:00 in the afternoon.
He didn’t take a nap today and I’m hoping that he will be so tired that he won’t get out of his bed too many times. I am expecting a few though. I’m also expecting for him to wake up at the crack of dawn.
So how does this work for me? It sucks. I hate that he’s getting older. I hate that he’s growing up. I hate that before I know it he will be getting on the bus for kindergarten, and then I’ll blink and he will be going to college. It just sucks. I want him to stay my baby forever. Or at least have another one that I can do it all over again with. That’d be ok with me.
I had to rearrange the room a little bit because he got this new train from Santa. I moved his airplane to the closet, the train table in front of the bookcase, and the train in the middle of the room. We will see how well that works. The train table and the airplane are the issue. Well, no, any one of the three are the issue. Three big things and only room for two. I think the airplane is going to make its final flight to the attic and stay there until James has a kid. Then he can take it for that kid and it can be passed on as long as each kid wants it. It’s from his grandad and says both Jr. and IV on the bottom. Passing it to V would be really cool.
This momma needs a nap now. And dinner. I think dinner wins, with possibly an early bedtime shortly after.
