Naps are getting better. And by naps I mean daycare naps, because home naps aren't really a problem. But he's been getting mostly good reports from daycare. The ruckus raising hasn't really been a problem again and he's even taken a few actual naps (today, for example). I went to pick him up on Friday and was told that toward the end of naps he got a little restless so Debbie took him with her on a walk through the hallway. His daycare ladies have him under control. He's in good hands there.
Peeing, too, is getting better. Gavin is becoming quite the seasoned urinator. So far he has peed in the potty at our house, and once each at Grandma Kathy's, Spanish class, and, today, at daycare! When Stacy came to pick him up today she was a little early and his last diaper check had revealed he was dry, so she suggested he sit on the potty there and wa-lah! Pee. He also peed on our potty again tonight before his bath and while he was sitting on the toilet Stacy got so into a book she was reading him that the bathtub almost overflowed. When Gavin got in the water was up to his armpits. He immediately declared his intention to make a "big fash" and then made good on his declaration.
Poop is still a strictly in-the-diaper experience. Well, except for Sunday when he went on the floor of his room. It was really more Stacy's fault than his. After a successful peeing on the potty, Stacy offered him the opportunity to wear underpants, which he declined. Then he said he didn't want to put on a diaper, either. Stacy had a bunch of groceries to put away so she just let him play in his room butt nekkid. A short time later Gavin walked into the kitchen and told her, "I was playing with my cars and then I pooped on the floor." And sure enough he had. Stacy didn't make a big deal about it and cleaned it up and put a diaper on him. In fact, she was so low key about it she didn't want to mention it in front of him. So I learned about it on Facebook.
I am definitely at the point where it feels like he's too old to be pooping his pants. But I also know that he's not ready yet. I guess what I'm feeling is an impatience because I'm not wild about poo diapers or the "Gavin, did you poop? Yes, you did. No, you can't play with toys with poop in your diaper. Come out from under the table/behind the chair/in the hall closet" conversation. He has started walking funny when he's got a load in his pants and he also will often tell me that he's gone, but he's not interested in moving this party to the potty quiet yet.
The Three Little Pigs is still a favorite, as is The Jungle Book right now. Gavin just loves the story about the boy wearing only underpants in the jungle. I rented the Disney movie from the library for Gavin and he and Stacy watched it with the Spanish language track. I've personally never been much of a fan of The Jungle Book, but I am a fan of my son. So now not only is el lobo feroz a recurring character in our home, but now el tigre feroz is too. While ferocious, they are also unpredictable. Sometimes they destroy your house, other times the big bad wolf (in this case, Stacy) says please, so the little pig (Gavin) says "come in" and they eat chocolate cheesecake and coffee together, which is what took place under the kitchen table tonight after dinner.
Yesterday Gavin threw up on the floor at daycare. Stacy was called and she picked him up and brought him home. This was right before lunch and Gavin was not happy to have his routine disrupted. He didn't like that all of the other children were getting their lunches out while he was getting his jacket on. Thankfully he did not puke again and doesn't seem to be sick. He's had a cough and a runny nose so our theory is that his stomach was upset from so much snot swallowing and/or he coughed so hard he threw up. In any case, he didn't seem very phased by the whole thing. From what Stacy says (which is based on what Debbie told her), no one saw him throw up so he went and got Ms. Debbie and told her, "Come look." And he also threw up on the tile part of the floor as opposed to the much more ubiquitous carpet, which proves that he's smarter, or at least more considerate, than a cat.
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