As of this weekend, I am calling Chip potty trained. He didn’t wear a diaper all weekend (except at night.) I’m thinking I should feel a little weepy, being the last and all. And I do, a little. But I’m so enjoying this two year old that I just don’t miss the baby.
Chip is 27 months, which means he trained 5 months later than Mare but something like 8 months earlier than Bird. In actuality, I think I could have had him out of diapers a month or so ago, but I just didn’t have the energy to do it. It would have taken effort then. This weekend we more just a matter of me being vigilant and quick-acting.
At this point, Chip yells “pee-pee!” when he has to go and mom runs him into the toilet. At the restaurant last night, he said it just as our food came. Crap. I hate cold food. So I jump up and run him to the restroom. He doesn’t go. We return to our seats, and he says pee-pee! again. Grrrrr. Again with the running to the restroom. He still doesn’t go.
The steak sandwich was good, but would have been better warm.
He still can’t wear underwear; they feel too much like diapers. I’m thinking we’ll leave him free for a couple weeks, make sure that asking to go potty is a habit, then start wearing training pants.