I woke up at 3am that morning to the sound of my hubby telling me that Joel has just peed on the bed. I had a mattress laid out in the living room of my apartment, and while my hubby dealt with the wetness in the bedroom, I took Joel out to the living room. I didn’t take him to the toilet that time.

When Joel woke up at 6am, he had another accident. This time I rushed him to the toilet, hoping that I had just caught him in the middle of peeing. Nothing came out, meaning that he was done. Sigh. I reminded him to pee in the toilet instead of anywhere else. He didn’t seem to care as we was still halfway awake.

I took the chance to re-read the e-book I printed out. Oops. There were a few things that I overlooked and didn’t follow. I was suppose to have him in underwear so that he can feel how uncomfortable his poop or pee is. It’s also a good way for him to signal to me — whenever he has the urge, he just goes to me and pull his pants down while saying “shee-shees?” and I’ll know that he wants to pee. So I started doing so.

Another oopsie I did was to ask him if he wants to go pee. What I was suppose to do is to instruct him to tell me if he wants to go. So that’s another little change of strategy. Now I instruct him to tell me if he needs to go shee-sheesh, but I still did it like every other minute or so. He looked like he was ignoring me every time I said it, but at least I know that I’m reminding him constantly.

It felt like every other minute or so that I asked him if he wanted to go pee. When he did want to go, he’d say “shee-sheesh?” to me, and I would lead him to the toilet. Joel was fine standing up to pee, and after a while had a preference to sit on the little toilet seat propped above the toilet bowl. I used a small and low voice to say “good job” to him. I didn’t put any pants on him that night, and just left him bare bottomed.

Accidents? I counted one that night, when he peed. I caught him in the act and quickly carried and rushed him to the toilet. By that time, he was already done with himself. I reminded him to tell me if he wants to go pee.

Sometime during the night, Joel asked to have his diaper put on. I told him there’s no more diaper for him, and he complained and cried. I told him that he is now a big boy like and can’t use the diaper. He only stopped crying when I said that since he was a big boy, he can get a big hug. He never asked for his diaper since.

The challenge that night was to make him stop drinking whatever. He’s still on the bottle, and he likes to drink before he goes to sleep. I only gave him a little of both milk and water, and more wailing ensues. He went to the toilet again about six times before he went to bed. But, thank God, no more accident so far.

Darling husband finally came home at around 11p. I gave him a big hug and told him my big plan. I was tired and still emotionally nervous, but at least it’s the end of the day. Though it wasn’t quite the end of Day 1 since I started only in the evening. But for the sake of it, let’s just call my Friday as Day 1.

I’m currently in the process of toilet training Joel due to the fact that he is turning 4 in December and will be starting kindergarten next year. That fact is making me super anxious.

I’ve opted to use the techniques found in the 3 Day Potty Training e-book. I decided to try it out the day I bought the e-book, and things were practically pretty rushed right before the training started. On Friday afternoon after purchasing the e-book, I rushed to Signature, a store located at Karamunsing Complex, and purchased a kid toilet seat and step booster haphazardly. Right after work, the training started.

See, I’m suppose to be focusing on Joel exclusively right now, which was what the book told me to do, but look what I’m doing now. Better get back to focusing on Joel. Will blog some more when the 3-day period is over.

If you are forced to be a fan of Playhouse Disney Channel for the sake of your kids, then you would notice that one of the previews they’ve been showing during intermission consists of Pocoyo and his friends dancing around to the tune of a fast classical music. Joel absolutely loves it, and he’ll do his jump-and-skip dance along with the music without fail.

At the end of the song, Pocoyo and his friend Ellie would bow down. Joel, who hasn’t mastered the art of bowing down, always tries to do the same. His way of doing it is to bend down as low as he can, until his head is between his legs so that he can see what’s behind him! And after 10 seconds or so, he’ll stand up right and does his very own standing ovation! Eric and I can’t help but laugh and clap along, it’s just so hilarious!

Hallelujah! My little toddler’s turned two today I made a simple cake and will be celebrating with just us five — myself, Daddy, birthday boy, big bro Eric, and little Ezra. I’m expecting when we make our trip back to my kampung this weekend that we’ll have another small celebration there like Eric had with his birthday.

I can’t help but compare him with Eric; Joel had grown almost like Eric was at 3! He can even fit into Eric’s shirts that I bought when Eric was five. Joel’s not fat, just taller and a little tougher than I’d expected. Not that I’m complaining

Thank you Lord for giving me a healthy and happy family. Many more happy returns to Joel!