K has had an obsession with being a “nay bee” (naked baby) lately, and who can blame him? I mean, I’d love to be naked all day too. Especially when it’s 80 degrees and you have no AC and you live somewhere that is practically touching the sun.
Naked baby time also means optimal time for potty learning. Let’s face it, he’s going to pee on the floor, might as well keep the potty near by.
Wait- let me back up a bit. Last week I night weaned him. I used Dr Jay Gordon’s method, but basically since I already knew he can fall asleep without nursing I skipped ahead to just comforting him when he woke. The first night was hell, the second night was better and the third night went like this:
Me: no. Sleep.
So I gave him a hug and he’d go back to bed. He decided that if he didn’t get milk he no longer wanted to sleep with me, which broke my heart, but I can tell that he’s a lot less restless in his own bed so it’s for the best.
Anyways, skipping forward. All of a sudden he’s still waking at night, despite no having milk, wanting to use the potty. Okay… At least it’s something. I’ll take it. So now he’s waking three times a night wanting to pee or with a wet diaper, and I know we’re not ready to cut out liquids the hour before bed, so ah well. This too shall pass. What’s another year of not sleeping.
His piece de resistance for avoiding bedtime has been that he needs to go potty for months now, so I usually just take it as his way of fighting sleep. Well, I moved the potty seat into his room, and while he can read a book I won’t read one to him. So now, he’s actually peeing on it before bed consistently.
So this all brings us to today. I let him nap naked (with a puppy pad under his sheets, I’m not crazy) since he’s usually dry after his naps. He wakes up.
Me: let’s go use the potty.
Me: you don’t think you have to go yet?
K: on da floor. (Points in front of him on the ground.)
Me: no no pee belongs in the potty. Let’s go.
I go to bring him to the bathroom but before I get to where he’s sitting.
"Peepees on da floor!"
And he starts peeing.
I know you’re supposed to say things like “that’s alright, you’ll get it in the potty next time,” but somehow that feels inappropriate in this situation.