Sometimes you have to celebrate the less-exciting aspects of raising kids. For example, I was esctatic when the kids got old enough to vomit in the toilet. Who knew this would bring so much joy? "You feel ill? Are you going to throw up? Ok - go time!"
I've gotten equally excited about their ability to fasten their own seat belts and read their own restaurant menus. This week, I've been excited about not having to wake Allison up to go to the bathroom at 10:30pm. She has been pretty slow with the toilet business. I can't remember exactly, but I think it was between 4-5 when she was potty trained, and then at night it was still a problem. We went from pull-ups to a mid-night wake-up perhaps in first grade. And that's been the story of the past two years. It works - 95% of the time.
But then I noticed that she really didn't have to go that much when we were waking her up, and then one night we were exhausted and just skipped it. And there was no problem. So, we did it again. It's been a week now, and I'm cautiously optimistic. As with anything - I expect some backsliding at some point - and I wouldn't be lining up sleep-overs quite yet. But it's nice.
I know that there are things I think will 'never' happen (like being dry all night or riding a 2-wheeled bike.) But Allison does things in her own time, and while I "know" this, I don't always KNOW this. Life will periodically bring me subtile reminders.
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Joanne was the one who was really happy when Brian finally learned to know when he would vomit and then actually make it to the bathroom. For some reason, he threw up at their house more than at home! Anyway, I think Brian was like, 12, before he recognized the symptoms. So your kids are WAY earlier than their dad. Lucky for you!
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