Big day for the Schneider kids.
Hallelujah, raise your hands, the roof is on fire, because we seem to be back on the slow train to toiletland. Addie has been showing some disdain for wet pull-ups the last few days, and on the way home from school yesterday, she initiated a conversation about how big girls go potty in the toilet.
Not wanting to get my hopes up, I debated with myself over what such signs might mean. Is now the time to push forward? Or will she just push back again, leaving us firmly stalled at the pull-up depot? Could this be the window of opportunity we were hoping for? Our second chance at winning the toilet trophy?
Well, it seems it might be. It's only been a few days, but here's the data: I've been wanting to set her up for success, so I've only been asking her to use the potty at times I know she'll need to pee (a few minutes after eating, before nap, before bath). She's resisted a few times, but I've given her the choice of going potty on the big-person potty or on her little potty--the old change-the-choice trick. Going potty is the given, which potty she uses is up to her. Anyway, she's been going a few times a day. Then, today, she was dry almost the whole day, with one small exception, which she told me about right away.
I view this as progress. I'm not going to over-push or put her in her cloth underwear just yet, but I am giving lots of even praise and trying to give her lots of ways to succeed. Geesh, I hope this works.
And Nolie? Nolie must have had a big night last night, because she woke up this morning almost able to sit up on her own and wanting to play with Addie. By play, I mean kick and grab at Addie's legos, which is sweet justice after Addie has destroyed every cool lego structure her dad and I have ever built. Now she'll have her own Godzilla to contend with. Nolie's interest in toys seems to have multiplied over night, and she is grabbing at and mouthing everything she can convince her fingers to clutch.
I'm understating the HUGENESS of this. Just yesterday, Nolie was only content in a tight, could-barely-breathe swaddle. She would occasionally hit herself in the eye with an errant fist, and wasn't babbling too much. Now, she's in the ring, for real--talking, grabbing, squealing. I anticipate walking tomorrow; by the weekend? Everest. Anyway, it's an inkling that someday these children might play together, might amuse one another (and yes, I know, scream at and fight with one another). But this inkling is exciting, and I think it makes Nolie just a little more real to Addie. And to me.
And, I swear to God, it sounded like Nolie said "mama" today. Oh, I know she doesn't know what the sounds mean yet. But it's pretty cool to hear some consonants, and those just happen to be my favorites.
Also, in case you were wondering, yesterday was Puesday, and yes, Nolie did poop. While sitting on my lap, the minute I finished typing this blog. It's uncanny.