Arguing with Ones Self

We are, again, trying to nighttime potty train Ethan. 

I bargained with Tony that since he's up nights, anyway, he could do nighttime trips, and I'd do morning time trips. I forgot that he'd be gone and I was on my own anyway. Bummer. 

The key is not to wake him up, just take him sleeping assume the potty-Ingrid position, and quietly tell him to go. It usually works. 

Tonight I went to get Ethan and take him to the bathroom. Preliminary check of his bed was all good, he was still dry. This has posed a challenge, especially when he throws a tantrum like tonight, so it was a good sign.  

As soon as I scooped him up he started stirring. First some mumbles. Then, "NO!"  Then "YES!" shortly thereafter. 

Mumble. Mumble. Moan. "YES!"  "YES!"

I'm gearing up for the pissed-off toddler screaming tantrum that will happen when he wakes and finds himself in the bathroom. 

I stand him at the toilet, drop the pants, his eyes flutter. "YES!"

(Quietly) "Ethan, go pee in the.... " Success!

I didn't even have to wipe the bowl afterward. 

Now, if I'm really lucky, Collin won't have nightmares and I'll get almost seven hours' sleep before my alarm goes off. It's not likely, but I can dream, can't I?

In Collin's Dreams

Ethan woke up at 6:30 this Sunday morning. And he'd wet the bed... again. We spent some time cleaning him up and then snuggling on the couch. 

I was wandering through the house collecting laundry, when I hear Collin's voice coming from his room, counting. I go lay down with him, and he snuggles in close.

Then he tells:

"There was a little, teeny, tiny yellow car with a propeller in the dead grass. I picked it up and was trying to get home." (Now I know this is a dream.)

"I was 15 strong (we discuss unit and amounts all the time) squeezing the car to keep it from flying away.  I squeezed it really hard!

Me: "Who else was there?"

Collin: "The people in the car were tiny!"

Me: "Maybe they were scared of you because they were tiny, and you were humongous, like Kevin" (We watch the Minion Movie a lot.) "Then what happened?"

Collin: "Then our house disappeared and we were trying to find it."

Me: "Where did it go?"

Collin: "It was a mystery and we were trying to find it."

That was the first time he's ever told me about a dream!

Collin is also working on learning to spell his name. He spells it so often, even Ethan is spelling it! I tried to teach Ethan to spell us own name a few days ago. When I got to "h", he said it was gross.

I was spelling to for his again this morning, and again, "gross", and resumed spelling Collin. Tony laughed and reminded me that when I was a kid I didn't like the letter G, and felt bad for F that it had to be next to such an awful letter.

We're all a little weird!