November 7, 2006

As Hayes’ vocabulary has rapidly expanded, so to has his demands. One of his most recent is to tell you to “Change diaper!” I know, kinda fitting given the name of my blog.

This morning he woke up and demanded, “change diapers,” continuing to scream about it until I came in and changed it. In his defense, it was very wet.

Of course, this was during my morning get ready time. Since I am the only one home with Hayes in the morning, I need to leave him in his crib so I can do the bathroom stuff to get ready.

So, anyway, I changed his diaper, and put him back in his crib without clothing. He demanded a shirt, so I put one on and returned to my bathroom duties.

“Change diaper!” he screamed again from his crib. I normally don’t react to a second request, but for some reason this morning I decided to. Good thing I did. He was standing, holding his diaper.

“Hayes, why did you take your diaper off?” I asked him.

“Hayes poop!” he replied. I took the diaper from his hand. Sure enough Hayes had pooped.

I returned him to the changing table, wiped up, put a new diaper on.

“Yay!” Hayes exclaimed.

I’m beginning to wonder how long I can keep my morning routine up.

October 24, 2006

Hayes wants to poop. He says: “Poop with elmo! Poop with elmo! Mama, up!”

Mama picks him up and brings him to the bathroom. She removes his diaper and sits him on his elmo toilet seat, positioned to Hayes’ spec, on top of a the real toilet seat.

Hayes wants to read. He says: “Want to read, mama.”

He shrugs off all the usual go-to books. Hayes narrows it down to The New Yorker and a Flor catalogue.

Hayes pees. This is nothing new, Hayes has self-taught himself to pee on command so he can play with the toilet paper when he’s done.

Now he wants to read with dad.

“Read with dada! Mama, read with dada.”

Jen calls me into the bathroom and tells me Hayes wants to read with me. She leaves. Hayes has narrowed down his selection to the Flor catalogue, so he hands me The New Yorker. Nice pick, I haven’t read it yet.

“Dada, read!” Hayes insists.

I read. Hayes reads. Mama chuckles silently outside the door. This goes on for a few more minutes. Hayes is now done with reading and the potty. “All done,” he announces.

Jen returns and lifts him off the toilet. We peer in expecting nothing. Poop! Tons and tons of poop! The kind both of us were glad we didn’t have to change.

Hayes pooped while sitting on his potty!

Yes, a big Saturday in the Sagalyn household.

September 22, 2006

Now that Hayes has learned to say “Pee and Poop” in the same protracted 20-month-old-type sentence, he’s become obsessed with going to the bathroom. Even when he doesn’t have to. On Wednesday, he told me he needed to “pee.” I asked if he really needed to pee. “Uh-hu,” was his reply

I took him to the bathroom, where he asked us to put his potty (an aside: keeping the potty in the bathroom has stopped Hayes’ other potty-based behavior: putting the potty on his head). I took of his diapers, he sat on hi spotty for about 30 seconds. Asked what his penis was (for the millionth time, no lie) and then pointed to the real toilet and said “Dada, pee!” I didn’t have to, but he was clearly more interested in me peeing then him. Despite this obvious fact, Hayes’ was none-too-pleased for me to put his diaper back on.

Yesterday he told Jen when she got home that he needed to “Pee and poop.” With the nanny still there, she took him to the bathroom. He sat for thirty seconds, then got up and wanted Jen to pee. Unlike me, however, Jen neglected to the put the diaper back on when he got up. Hayes reiterated his need to pee then proceeded to be on the floor and laugh. “Better than on me, I guess,” Jen said upon telling me the story. True.

Still, this potty training thing has come on fast and furious and Hayes seems to be leading the way. Wonder when he’ll think going to the bathroom is more interesting than playing with the associated bathroom accompaniments. Though, truth be toold, peeing on the floor would be kind of fun, as long as you didn’d need to clean it up. You know, in that “i broke the law type of way.” It would be. Really. You’re just jealous.

September 12, 2006

Over the weekend, Hayes hit two milestones: Number One and Number Two. In his toilet. Sure, it’s just a start. And, yes, he still does his most of his business in his diaper. Oh, and most of the time he’s more content calling the potty insert that catches the waste a “hat” and wearing it on his head (or trying to get Jen and I to wear it). But, overall, I think this is a big step. Ok… well… please let me have this one? Thanks.