Little Brother dressed himself for bed the other night. Not an unusual thing, really. He is capable of it and he does it from time to time.
When he came downstairs, I said to him, “You’re all ready for bed. Great job buddy!” He was all smiles.
Then I asked, “Did you put your diaper on, too?” He sat down on the bottom step and said, “No, I have underwear on. I don’t need a diaper. I’m a big boy. Diapers are for babies. They don’t fit me now.”
I nodded in agreement and let him have his way.
We’ve been talking about night training him for a while now, but the timing just never seems right. He’s 3 and a 1/4, so age-wise he’s ready. I think he is because he keeps talking about it without prompting from either me or his father. He wants very much to be like his big sister, and she has been in underwear for years.
There are several reasons why we have not skipped happily down the path to full diaper freedom. The first being that he and his sister sleep in the same room and if he were to wet the bed, the ensuing clean-up would wake everyone. When we were night training Big Sister, he was still a baby in a crib in our room. Only the parent whose turn it was to change the sheets and the child who was wet were disturbed. Having said that, I think we have only had to change her sheets twice since she left diapers behind. And both times were well past her training days and were largely due to illness.
The second reason is mine and mine alone. If he’s done with diapers, he’s done with being a baby. My baby boy will officially be a big boy and we won’t enjoy silly games and tickles on the change table while I clean him up and change his diaper. This makes me very sad. He’s very likely my last baby and saying goodbye to diapers, though an easy and anticipated event with Big Sister, is much harder for me to do with Little Brother.
The other reasons are all small and mundane: I need my sleep; we only have so many sets of sheets; is he really ready or is this just bravado, etc., etc.
Well, against what I deemed to be my better judgment, I let him go to bed wearing only underwear under his PJs. And I didn’t sneak in and put a diaper on him before I went to bed.
I did, however, carry him to the bathroom at 11:30 pm and got him to go pee while he was still basically asleep. (I used to do this with Big Sister, too.)
And morning came without a call from his room. My thinking as I opened my eyes to the annoying sound of my alarm was that he had either wet himself and slept through it, or he had a successfully dry night.
And a successfully dry night it was.
Way to go Little Brother! I’m proud of you little guy. I’m sad that you’re growing out of the baby phase of your life, but I’m thrilled to get to know the independent young man you are becoming.