I just have to start with out with an *ARG* and a *sigh*...but I'll end with a WHOOP...
Kellen and I made it home to eat and change for his swimming lesson tonight, but then right before we were about to leave, he gets in his poo poo stance (this may sound funny to some of you guys, but he's been perpetually constipated and/or has had BM problems/issues for at least 1 1/2 years now...prune juice has been a staple for him for a long time). Since we're working really hard on the potty training, I've been catching him in the poo poo stance and just putting him on the potty to go...not asking if he wants to, just doing it. We're really making progress that way (i.e., he's actually done some business on the potty and hasn't been holding it in) for the last couple of weeks. Anyway, he's on the potty, and I know he has more (he had a little accident before we actually made it) so I get a book to read to him. Finish that book and he asks for another. Finish that one and he asks for another. Ummm...by this point in time we're going to be really late for the swim lessons, IF we even get off the potty and leave.
So I have this internal debate raging in my brain about swim lessons (that we paid for) and him going to the potty (should I rush him, just get him off the potty only to have what will inevitably an accident - and possibly in the pool, at that!)... Realistically speaking, I'm not quite sure what my brain was truly debating or thinking, because it isn't like I could make him "go" any quicker or anything.
We completed the task at hand after the three books, but by this time, swim lessons had already started...and our house is a good 10 minutes away...the swim lessons are only 25 minutes, so I just gave it up for the night. What was the point? I want to cheer him for going on the potty... really...but it was frustrating to miss a swim lesson, as he has been making progress each day.
In the grand scheme of things, this really isn't a big deal...I just needed to vent!
Ok, next topic...although very closely related. I'm having a moment...A little bit before he went to bed, Kellen came to me and told me that he had to go potty. I immediately get up and go with him to the bathroom to help (I normally help him undress and put him on the potty) and he gave me a very emphatic, "I do it!" So he pulled down his undies, got on the potty himself, and goes pee pee. Then he looks up at me with the biggest grin...It was just precious (ok...how sad am I when I'm calling pee pee'ing in the potty precious - but anyway!). I then tried to help him off the potty, but he was having none of that either. He did it himself, flushed, put his undies back on, and there ya' go!
He's doing it, we're making it, and I'm excited about this! But, I'm also a little sad, because this is one more way of proving that he's growing up! I'm not sure that I'm completely ready for that? But are we ever?
He's doing really well at school, too...so I hope that he keeps this up!