5 days and still going strong

It’s one of those things that just wouldn’t have been exciting to me two years ago.

Yesterday morning I was woken from a deep sleep by Monty running into our bedroom. Charlotte had got up with him earlier and I was having a lie-in.

“Daddy, Daddy, wake up,” he shouted, excitedly. “Look, I’ve done a wee-wee in my potty!” I’m quite proud of my response, seeing as it felt horribly early and I wasn’t primed for this.

“Well done!” I replied “Clever boy, Monty!” I still hadn’t even opened my eyes. “Look, Daddy. It’s here.” My eyes flashed open in a nano-second. Oh my God, I thought, he’s brought the potty in and in his excitement he’s bound to spill the contents over the duvet or, worse, me. Luckily Mummy wasn’t too far behind and she was able to stop him from dragging the potty up on to the bed.

We’ve only been training Monty for a few days. We’re still having one or two accidents but generally it’s been ok.

We’ve been utterly shameless in creating a reward scheme (bribes) - he gets a sticker for a successful wee-wee in the potty and a toy car for a poo. Who would have thought I would ever get excited about this kind of success? But excited I get. It’s the look of pride on his face every time he achieves a success and his tone of voice when he announces to the world what he’s done. He tells everyone he sees, as well.

Awww, sweet!

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