Littlest, as you know if you're a regular, is now 5 years old. He is just like your typical boy at that age- sometimes stroppy, into Lego, not fond of doing what he is told (by me) and at the stage when farts are still highly amusing, especially when shared with everyone else. Or planted on his sisters lap.
Considering some of the shit that goes down with his health, he is doing pretty well, meeting his milestones (not that that bothers me, I am of the school of thought that suggests kids do things in their own time and don't meet some uniform way of doing stuff like some Health Visitors will chew your ear off about). He does OK at school, he still has quite a bit of time off, I would prefer he spoke up a bit more as he manages to answer Year 2 maths at home yet at school they think he's behind, but, well, not a biggie.
There is one thing though, one thing that is an annoyance point and causes all out tantrums between Littlest, Elder and myself.
A lump of multicoloured, cushioned plastic that he wont let us throw away, and which, if he can't find (like at 6.23am today) will cause a crying, snot filled meltdown.
His Baby Training Toilet Seat.
We managed to remove dummies, bottles and sippy cups. We managed to get rid of nappies pretty easily too. We don't even have the safety sheet on the bed anymore.
This thing, though, this plastic thing, which, should you be half asleep or dying for the loo and don't realise is still attached will render you stuck to the loo in need of a shoe horn, we have suggested is the last bastion of his baby age and now, being a big boy, he needs to confine it to history too, is just a no no for Littlest.
He manages to use bathrooms at school with no problem. He goes to his Aunts homes and doesn't need it there. Our house? Not a chance.
Before you get ideas I have toilets bigger than standard, with seats big enough to render a 5 year old be cast within like the scene from Trainspotting when Ewan McGregor falls in, this is not the case. Its a normal, standard loo, just like anyone elses.
We have tried hiding it. We have tried this several times and refuse to give it to him, with the idea that, as with when a fussy eater wont eat a meal they liked the week before that they will eat when they are hungry, that, eventually he will be so in need of the loo he will just go without it.
He can last hours without going. Its a mystery how. And then, of course, we give in, because I think he is so bloody minded and stubborn that he would just do it in his pants to prove a point. Or end up with a terrible tummy ache and end up needing to see a GP.
We never had this with Mini, she was more scared of the trainer seat than the actual one, making the move from potty to loo simple and nearly hassle free.
So, Blog world, what do I do? Let him carry on and hope he gives it up naturally, or bin the thing and face the wrath of Littlest?