Showing posts with label Nathaniel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nathaniel. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

The Pee Alarm



Nathaniel is 7 1/2, and is just a golden kid- does what he's asked to do, gets along with everyone, is good natured and smart and has the world's softest, most kissable cheeks.  One thing he has struggled with though is wetting the bed.  He has been wearing diapers or pull ups every night of his young life up until the past month. 

(I don't even want to know how much the expense totals to over 7 1/2 years.  It kills me to think of how many clothing articles aren't hanging in our closets because we spent so much on Pull-Ups).



My sister told me about the pee alarm she used with her son, and how successful he was with it.  I was skeptical, and if it had come from any other source I probably would have disregarded it completely.  Thinking I had nothing to lose, I ordered one for about $15 from eBay.  It was blue, and had a sensor on one end, small felt square on the other, and they were connected by a wire.  The sensor attaches to the underwear (think right where the pee leaves the body) and the felt square (the alarm) clips to the child's shoulder.  As soon as the sensor gets wet, the alarm goes off.

The first few nights the alarm didn't wake him, but it woke us, and we got him up and to the bathroom. ( By 'we' I mean Rich, of course.  I don't parent well between the hours of 1 and 7 a.m.)  The next few nights it woke him up but we were still changing sheets.  Within a week he was waking quickly enough to only have to change underwear and pj's, and by 2 weeks we had complete and total success! 


No more Pull-ups for us!! And just in time, too, because in 10 weeks we start buying diapers for the next boy.  I'll be keeping the pee alarm handy, though- my goal is to have this one potty trained by age two.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Quote of the Week

We were stuck in rush hour traffic on I-15 in downtown Salt Lake City one evening, when Nathaniel noticed a road sign.

"Mom! That sign says 'Las Vegas'!  We're in Las Vegas!", he exclaimed.

"No, honey," I explained, "That sign just means if we stay on this road long enough, we'll eventually get to Las Vegas.  We're still in Salt Lake."

"Oh," he said disappointedly, and looked around at the gridlocked cars for a minute. 
 
"Well, I know why there are so many people on this road, " he decided, "They were tricked!"