If you don't like potty talk, you may not want to read this, fyi...
Last Friday we were able to go to my mother-in-laws which was a very spur of the moment decision. She was home watching Talan and Grayson's cousin, it was a beautiful day, and I NEEDED to get out of the house and be in the sunshine, so off we went after I picked Talan up from his Trike-A-Thon fundraiser at school. (which now that I think of it, that's when he asked me the above question :)) The boys had a great time at the park! We went back to Grandma's house so that Grayson could go down for a nap. There wasn't much time before the boys started disappearing every few minutes and we would have to walk around the whole house searching for where they went off too. Well, in a brief moment, I thought, 'where are the boys now?!?' I was up on the deck and I happened to glance over, and this is what I saw...
Oh. My. Gosh. Seriously? It was only last summer that Talan had just gotten to the park with Grandma Nell and he had to go potty. She tried to get him to go by a tree quick, he looked up at her and said, "Grandma, this isn't going to work." Now going outside is all he wants to do! I also know this was his idea because all of a sudden I hear Colby yell, "I can't do it!" Talan responds, "I'll help you!" Well, it was just that Colby didn't NEED to go at that time, he just wanted to copy what Talan was doing :)
Later on we couldn't find them AGAIN; they weren't outside. As I came inside I heard little voices. Upstairs. In the bathroom. I go in and Talan is doing his business and Colby was "helping" by holding the toilet seat up. They both come out and Talan says he went poop. I said, "ummmm do you need me to wipe you?" (remember, I warned you about potty talk :)) He replies, "No! Colby wiped me!" LOL! WHAT!?!? Now I'm not going to hold his 3 year old cousin accountable for this one, but man was he itching that tush the rest of the day. He wouldn't let me check. He insisted it was fine. Oh boy...it was NOT fine. So between 'the question' and listening to the conversations of these 2 BOYS, it was quite the eventful day!
I am happy to report we have our Grayson back! I will give the credit to Daddy when it comes to getting him to sleep through the night again. The crying it out thing did not work because he would NOT give up. I seriously think if we let him, he would have carried on all night. So the first night, we took turns going in there, picking him up and firmly telling him it was night night time. The problem was when I went in for my turn. He would scream even louder, yell "Ba ba! Ba ba!" Try to get me to bring him out of the room. He would not calm down! When Daddy would go in, it was instant silence. I asked him what he did!?! He said he picked him up (like I did.), and tell him firmly it was night night time. (like I did.) Something about the Father's tone and look in their eyes can get a child to behave instantly. Anyway, the 2nd night, it was ALL on Daddy :) By the 3rd night, and the 3rd time he woke up screaming bloody murder, he gave him a little swat on the butt and he hasn't woken up in the middle of the night since! Call it what you will, but I call it success.
Yes, he's still my busy little boy, but he's back to his happy, enthusiastic self! No more major crying fits. Nothing. Of course he's still 18 months old, and he can be, well...an 18 month old. But it's been much more manageable!
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