Bodie's almost 2, and he's almost potty trained. I can make that very bold statement because the very first time I sat him on the potty he did a number 1 without much prompting at all. He knew what to do, he has seen his brothers do it a thousand times. We haven't been pushing the potty training issue with him at all. We figured it would just eventually happen by osmosis, just as every other skill he's achieved in the last 23 months has been obtained. He sees one of his siblings do something, and he's got to try it.

He copies me with everything I do, too. If I'm frying some eggs at the stove, he's right there standing on a chair next to me reaching for the spatula, saying "Careful. Hot." If I'm trying to find that invisible perpetual leak under our kitchen sink, he's sitting on my belly shining the flashlight in my eyes or clocking me with the wrench. I love it. He saw me plunging the toilet last week, now he thinks that is a regular part of flushing. He waits patiently with the plunger until you've concluded doing your business, then sets it in the toilet as a finishing touch.

The way his first pee pee time occured was like this: It was pre-bathtime. G,G, and B we're all buck naked, running around the house like a riotous pack of wild chimpanzees. I believe it was an airplane race they we're having, 10 laps around the couch is standard activity after supper and before bath. Gavin and Garrett like to fly their match-box sized jets and Bodie was flying a bulldozer, trying his best to keep up. Amidst the melee, Bodie paused, dropped his bulldozer and reached for his privates. I was lucky enough to be right there as racetrack official, I scooped him up and rushed him to the potty.

At first he looked confused, like "Hey, I was about to take care of business right here on the floor like I always do before bath!"  But then as he perched on the little blue stool, he got very quiet, and he looked at me with a determined stare that said "I know what to do. It's go time." I turned on the faucet for its subliminal effect.
Within 30-45 seconds, he had accomplished his first frothy deposit with minimal overspray and maximum fulfillment. I hollered for Sara to come witness the glorious event and we both lavished praise on him to the point of worship. He knew he had done well! Even after the accolades, he carried a smug glow of self-congratulation on his face only a successful potty trainee can exhibit. He proudly marched right out of the bathroom, but kept going back in there to look at what he had done.

I hope this blog post doesn't jinx us, but I think before too long he will be doing it on his own. No more pull-ups! Except at bedtime, of course, so we can all rest easy. One baby step at a time, you know.

 Gavin is finally going to the bathroom on his own. I can't believe it! He just started last week, and its been over a week with only one stinky pullup. He's been using the toilet to pee pee for a few months now, that hasn't been a problem. It's the number 2 that has been the major hurdle. He's had some serious reservations about it, as if he's scared to death of sitting on the toilet. Some children with autism may never be able to use the bathroom on their own. Sara and I were seriously prepared for a lifetime of diaper changes. We had all but given up, telling each other that "Someday, he'll just start doing it on his own.... but probably not today."

We've tried everything! He never liked the little miniature potty, or at least he never would sit on it for more than a minute. We bought him a little seat that sits over the toilet bowl so he fits better on it. That was months ago. We've tried bribing him with a myriad of different candies, finally settling on these special "Spongebob Treats" (little gummy Crabby Patties). He also gets to watch his favorite 7 minute cartoon, "Mater and the Ghostlight". These rewards have been in place for him for nearly a year. I really don't know what exactly prompted him to just decide to start pooping on the toilet now. My only clue is what he said right after the first time he did it:

Almost symbolically, it was New Years day. I was in the kitchen making breakfast and the boys were both happily engaged in the office playing on Starfall.com (see previous post).
Out of the blue, I heard Gavin announce "I can have a Spongebob treat  and watch Mater and the Ghostlight now. No spongebob treats for Garrett." What a terrific sentence from this kid! (He's also starting to use great sentences and ask more questions. Awesome!) I dropped what I was doing and bolted to the bathroom. Gavin was still standing with his pajama pants around his ankles, admiring his creation with a great look of gratification on his face. I'll never forget it, two floaters and a sinker. Beautiful!

After cleaning up and washing hands, we celebrated with a Crabby Patty and his favorite show on the Cars dvd. Garrett sauntered in to see what all the hubbub was about, and Gavin reminded him that he couldn't have a Spongebob treat until he poops on the potty. Garrett seemed okay with that, he's got his own reservations about the potty. He loves to just sit on it,  not to employ it. Gavin relishes the fact that he has reached this level of accomplishment, and can enjoy the fruits of success while Garrett cannot.

I am now convinced that the greatest motivator for potty training success is the peer group. If your friends are doing it, you will be able to do it too, right? Gavin has had better success with the potty at school (with a lot of prompting) mainly due to his friends' abilities, and Gavin's desire for same-ness. Not wanting to be left out, Gavin has succumbed to his teachers' persistent efforts. They celebrate every bathroom success with a dance and a song, so every kid in the classroom knows when someone is achieving this important skill.

I am so proud of Gavin and his new ability. It has been such a long road to get to this point, for him and for us.
I hope by writing and bragging like this I'm not jinxing his progress. He has regressed in the past. We always thought that Garrett would be the first one to master the commode, and Gavin would follow in his little brother's footsteps. No sir! Our magnificent 4 year old is blazing this trail.