(Yes, that's Younger Bro. Still cute.)
That has lead to the classic exchange, "The Boy, where does pee-pee go?" "The floor!" Sigh. In all seriousness, he has been doing better with that. He's not particularly poop trained, but he's doing pretty well with the pee thing. He has even taken himself to Grandma's potty! Pretty cool.
Our understanding is that many of the kids who have had the surgeries and the radiation that he's had tend to have issues with their pooping. That is, they tend to suffer from unpredictable and loose poop. Which, of course, makes the whole process of poop training more challenging for all sides.
I've had a real hard time with the potty training thing. I don't know why; it's just been very difficult to get a handle on. I'm having a hard time reading The Boys' physical signs and having a hard time figuring out the timing involved. That's a weird place for me, because up through potty training, I've found it quite easy to read him. I know his happy, sad, mad, excited, bored, interested, can-be-convinced.... I've been able to keep track of it all. Potty? Not so much.
The Wife, on the other hand, seems to have a really good handle on the whole thing. She reads the signs well and judges the timing fairly accurately. That doesn't mean that they're accident-free; we are talking about a tiny little bladder attached to a stubborn, focused little imp.
But, I'm sure I'll figure it out. And, if she gets a job before me, I'm going to have to figure it out. I'm not really looking forward to that. I mean, I would enjoy spending the time at home with the boys. It's the potty stuff that worries me.
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