Our hands have been forced by the Day Care. We have to try and potty train Maddie so we can get her into the classroom we prefer. I’ve taken next Monday and Tuesday off work, and today, Saturday, we begin potty training in earnest. We’re going to give it everything we’ve got.
Maddie is being monitored around the clock. But so far, the potty trainers are meeting utter defeat. Progress is non-existent. That’s not so bad. I’ve given myself four days of around-the-clock Maddie watch. We will win, or die trying.
Today, the boy, Aaron, made an advancement. Yesterday, the best he could do was this “paraplegic crawl.” He’d use his arms to drag his limp body and legs around. His arms were getting pretty strong, by the way. Sure he was getting around, but it was relatively slow, and we could hide dangerous items at waist height.
Today, he’s mastered the opposing hand-knee crawl that normal babies do. We knew that was coming soon, so it’s no big deal. But then he lifts himself up to his feet at the couch, and starts pulling down remotes and things he’s not supposed to be getting into. The sucker learned to crawl efficiently and to cruise on his feet in one day. Tomorrow, he turns nine months old.
This gives him the mobility and agility to force us to take our eyes off Maddie for a few precious seconds where she can run away do her business away from the toilet. It’s like a secret alliance between those two.