Our First Pee-Pee on the Poddy!

We finally had a pee-pee on the poddy last night....

and wouldn't you know....

it was our little
G R A H A M !

At 21 months, Graham managed to achieve out what his stubborn three-year-old brother cannot be bothered with.

It happened when we were getting the boys ready for bath and Graham was naked on our bed. A couple of times before we let him sit on our bed naked, and he cried to get down and then prompltly peed on the hardwood as soon as his little feet hit the floor, indicated he at least knew the bed is not the place for pee-pee. Last night he was on our bed naked, and he got fussy and started grabbing his little weiner and yelled "Pee-pee! Pee-pee!" We weren't sure if he was just identifying his anatomy or what. Then he yelled out "PODDY!" So Dan picked him up and carried him into the bathroom.

A minute later I heard Dan screaming "Good boy, Graham!" over and over with proud elation.

I went running into the master bath in disbelief. "Did he pee on the poddy?"

"Yes!" grinned Dan. "He sat there for a minute. Then he did a little pee. Then as soon as he finished, he got up off the toilet."

The whole thing was too purposeful to be a lucky accident. My Graham is a little smarty pants!

So then it was time to bust out the "Pee-pee on the poddy treats" which were supposed to be for Cole. Cole and I went to the dollar store several months ago, and I let him pick out any and every toy he wanted. Then I made him tell me if he wanted each toy to be a "pee-pee treat" or a "poo-poo treat," and we created two big bags together. The bags have been sitting there just waiting for Cole to stop being so stubborn and do something in the toilet already. Last night after Graham went, I proclaimed that he earned a "pee-pee on the poddy treat" and went to get the bag.

Graham took his toy and went about his business, not realizing the significance of his accmplishment.

Cole watched Graham pick a little toy out of what was supposed to be his bag, and he suddenly became very motivated. "I'm gonna do poo-poo on the poddy so I can get a car."

We were thrilled. I whipped off his diaper only to find that he had already taken a big shit all over himself. So we cleaned him off and sat him down and encouraged him to try pee-pee like his brother so he could get a treat too. I left the room, and by the time I came back, Cole was sitting there looking all pissed off. Unable to match his little brother's accomplishment, he came to his own conclusion:

"My pee-pee doesn't work, Mama. My pee-pee doesn't work."