Literally. We've hit a bit of a stumbling block with the toileting, yep pants. Despite me asking if he needs to go to the loo, and telling funny stories of how all our friends pull their pants down to have a wee (seriously!), and him once successfully alerting me to the need to relieve himself, and we all made a big fuss of him.
Nontheless pants are proving the stumbling block, probably not helped by me loosing my temper with him today. We'd popped to the shops for a few bits, I asked him if he needed a wee before we left the house, he said no. We were a while in the shop, so before leaving I again asked if he needed the loo - he did his whinning "nooooo" thing, which winds me up at the best of times.
We arrived home, fine, he sat in the chair chattering away etc while I unpacked in the kitchen.. then he came in to tell me he was............. wet. I went ballistic. All that asking if he needed the loo, even taking him up and showing him how to pull his pants down and bugger me he wets himself... and then later he pooed in his pants too - although I didn't get mad that time... but it was just after asking him repeatedly if he need the loo..a nd for him to wet myself.
It is early days I know and allowing him to run around pantless probably isn't helpful - I suppose I just thought he would get it and once we successful got pants down that would be it.. like it was with when he used the potty for the first time. Pants though, are proving a bit more difficult - every single time he wets them.
Peserverance I know, and keeping that temper of mine under wraps - he'll get it, and I need to be consistent with the wearing of the pants.
Pants! Who thought I'd ever blog about bloody pants!