This morning I got the best indication that potty training is a lot closer than I really thought.
I am so on the potty train and have been for the last few months. I’ve read all those things about how hard it is to potty train boys and am feeling pretty determined that I am not going to fall into that trap/cycle/pattern. Or whatever. Dammit! I WILL train this child!
So a while ago we got a little potty seat for the toilet. And this was quite exciting for a while. V sat on it, he got a treat and we clapped our hands.
And nothing happened. Which was to be expected. I just wanted him comfortable with the whole idea of it.
And then there was the miraculous poop. I redoubled my efforts after that holy event. And nothing happened. There wasn’t even a piddle in the potty.
And so we let the potty slide for a while.
And recently he’s become a little more interested in it. So we are sitting on the potty again. Counting to 10 and getting treats. Mummy goes potty. So does Daddy and Chewie.
V says exciting things to me like “Poo-poo poshy” and I whisk him off to the throne. Where nothing happens. In fact everything seems to happen the second we get off of the potty. I even tried, last week this was, having him sit on the potty while I slowly poured some water in the bathtub, thinking that would move things along.
All it did was made me have to go to the bathroom. And then when I plunked V in the tub after potty-time, he immediately peed in the tub. ARGH!
So over this last weekend, when V learned how to undo his diaper… well, lets just say that meant things were on the move.
And all M had to say about this was “Jame, I wish you hadn’t bought those cheap diapers.”
Well, excuse me for being more environmentally conscious and choosing to hit up the 7th Generation brand instead. Not cheap. But better. But maybe this purchase will bring on the training?
So this morning, while I was running around the house getting things sorted out for this morning, I heard a velcro-like rip and turned around to find V with a naked bum.
Holding his diaper in his hands. He toddled over to me and handed it carefully over. Oh look!! it was full of poo!!
How amazing! What a nice present! “M!! V has another present for you honey!” And he actually came downstairs, and then I handed him some poo. And then we laughed. And then I looked over at V who had this rather worried/scared look on his face.
I just felt awful. “Aw, honey, it’s ok!! Next time you have to go poo-poo you tell Daddy and you can go poo-poo on the potty!!” He perked up immediately.
Update 9:34 pm, so far there has been no poo-poo on the potty as of yet. I’ll keep you posted…