I continue to be astounded by the differences between Timmy and Robby. They are both born from the same parents, live in the same home and have had similar experiences. In many ways that is where the similarities end.
Perhaps it is a case of having a selective memory, but I
remember Robby as a relatively easy toddler. He was eager to please and
never strayed too far from my side. Always cautious, he weighed the
risks at a tender age and rarely pushed the limits. Although we had
brief bouts with Robby Rotten, he was a content and quick to please
Timmy, on the other hand, tests me daily. He is quick to
sprint away at every opportunity. He has no fear and relishes climbing
higher and sliding faster than I would prefer. The "big kid" rock walls
at the playground are no match for his climbing abilities. He is secure
in his desires and wants and does not hesitate to voice his displeasure
when he doesn't have his way. (That was a nice way of saying that he
can throw Oscar worthy tantrums without much provocation.)
Scott and I discovered yet another difference between the boys. Robby
was a nightmare to potty-train. His deep seeded fear of using the potty
resulted in chronic withholding. We were forced us to seek medical care
from two separate doctors and it took nearly a year to get the issue
under control. He wasn't completely toilet trained until he was 4.5, but
it certainly wasn't due to a lack of effort on our part.
shopping at Target I picked up a little potty chair for Timmy. After the
experience with Robby, I wasn't expecting much from him. I was hoping
to familiarize him with the concept so that we could begin to introduce
using the potty this summer. To my surprise (and delight), Timmy had
other plans. Almost as soon as I unpacked the potty chair he took off
his diaper and correctly demonstrated its use.
I began to
cheer, and Timmy clapped happily. Then the little potty began to sing,
which resulted in terrifying Timmy. (I didn't know that the toilet would
talk when the little bowl detected moisture.) Timmy jumped off the
potty and went streaking through the house, trying to get away from the
We disconnected the sounds, but I don't know
how long it will be before we can convince Timmy to sit on it again.
Hopefully I didn't sabotage our potty training efforts with the singing
chair. After the year long drama of potty training Robby, it would be a
nice change for Timmy to be the "easier" child for once.