Last night was a disaster in the sleep department. Because I had one little iced tea around ten, I didn’t get to sleep until after one.
Colin woke up around four, soaking wet. So, I changed him, went back to sleep. He woke up again around five, just because. I got him to lie down, but then he freaked again as soon as I was back in bed.
All of a sudden it’s 8.15, and Don is back upstairs ready to leave for work, wanting to know if he can go get Colin to say good-bye. I told him fine, but warned him that since he’s could be facing disaster, if Colin has been awake and alone for any period of time.
Sure, enough, the diaper is off again, although it and the surroundings are dry. I was ready to put on his diaper but did the math in my head aobut how long he’d been dry, and asked him if he wanted to use the potty.
He said yes, so I toke him in and sat him down. Nothing happened. So I got him up and he turns around to face the potty, and claims, “I’m peeing”. And yes he is, standing up, just like big brother Jim!
We just missed our chance to try #2 on the potty, but that could be asking for too much at this stage.