We are attempting potty training, I know it is still a little early but he always seems interested in the toilet. When I see him starting to poop, I ask him if he wants to sit on the potty. He use to reply with a quick "NO" but now he says "Yeah! I go store buy train?" The first time he pooped on the potty we did spoil him with a new train. I quickly realized that could get really expensive and decided to print a "train potty chart" off the internet. Anytime he goes to the bathroom on the toilet he picks out a sticker and places it on the chart. Once the track is filled with stickers, he will get a new toy (of his choice). I am not pushing him to use the toilet (yet) but do try to encourage it. He is doing really well and has 5 stickers on the chart so far.
This past Sunday as I was getting the diaper bag packed for church he told me he wanted to sit on the potty. I took him in, sat him down and he said, "Go other room mommy." I left him to do his business and then heard his little feet patter down the hallway. He ran in the kitchen and with great excitement said "Mommy, come here, come look!" I was a little worried at what I was going to find...he took me to the bathroom, over to the toilet and showed me what he had done! (You can use your imagination for the rest :) ) I was so excited...not only for him staying on the toilet but to see him so proud of himself! Hopefully things continue to go well in this department.
Okay, enough of the "potty" talk.
The other little story I wanted to jot down pertains to him "helping himself".
He has figured out that if he pushes really hard, he can knock down the baby gate in his doorway. His normal routine is to go in Manti's room to play, however, that also changed this week. Monday morning as I snuggled in my bed listening to Manti talk I heard the gate "crash". I slowly got up, got dressed and went to Manti's room only to find Sebastien was NOT there. I ran downstairs and saw him sitting on the couch eating something. Still half asleep and not exactly happy, I asked him what he was doing. In a cute little voice he said "Eating a pop tart. Look mom, I cut it." Sure enough, the little stinker had gone downstairs, to the pantry, got pop tarts, to the utility drawer, grabbed scissors and CUT the package open, all in a matter of 3 minutes! I didn't even know he knew how to use scissors! All I could do was giggle and just be thankful he didn't cut his fingers off. My days of lounging in bed in the mornings are officially OVER!
Not the best picture but the most recent one downloaded on the computer! I love his cheesy smile!
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