It has been a full week since we stepped into the abyss and didn’t give Jon a diaper overnight.
We’d noticed that he’s been pretty conscientious about his overnight toileting the past while, and L & I realized that it had been weeks since he’d had a wet diaper in the morning. So we risked it, and it paid off.
Jon is pretty unique in that, so far, the only real interest he’s shown towards toiletting ihas been overnight. It’s hard to know for sure, but during the daytime I get the feeling that he just can’t be bothered. Toiletting would only interrupt more fun stuff, even with the candy rewards he gets. After all, it means a trip to the toilet either upstairs or downstairs and massive inconvenience for everyone. Add to that the quiet time for self-reflection post-bedtime, and there you have it.
And we can’t ignore the security that the diaper brings. Second night in, he refused to sleep until he had a diaper on. I agreed, but made a deal that if it was dry next morning, that we’d consider doing another no diaper night. He agreed, then sighed, “Another deal.” And he made sure it was wet–just a little–the next morning.
But we’ve kept at it. We’ll see if we can spend a month or two cementing this behaviour, then see where we can go from there.
After literally months of wondering when Jon’s two wiggly front teeth were going to come out, they finally — finally! — did. Late June we were predicting that things would be happening soon, as a huge gap started developing along the left front incisor (the better to give the adult tooth a fighting chance to come in straight-ish). Then the tooth started getting longer and looser as it was pushed out by the adult tooth underneath. Peter said it looked like a country store sign, a flappin’ away in the wind.
(This story was written with almost no prompting. “Grandpa’s room” (office) has both a computer and a TV in it: heaven! — L)