Hey Jakey,
On Aug. 1, we gave you your first pair of big boy underwear. You were so excited. Not because you were finally (finally!) getting your first big boy underwears, but because your "Cars" outfit was truly complete: Cars shoes, Cars socks, Cars t-shirts, and now... Cars tighty-whiteys.
I'm sorry, sweetie. I should've done this months and months ago. But I haven't, for the same reason I haven't watched my Pan's Labyrinth DVD, which I bought over a month ago. I really, really want to, but it's just too much work. I have to be in the right mood: not tired or cranky, peppy enough to keep up with the subtitles, and alert enough to keep up with what looks like a twisted storyline.
So it is with your potty-training. I've kept putting it off and putting it off, for an embarrassingly long time, thinking, "I'm too tired. I'm not in the mood. Next weekend! Yes, that's the ticket!"
Well, we eventually found ourselves with only 22 days left until school starts back up, and I had promised myself that you would be trained by your first day back.
You'd been coming along fine, occasionally peeing in the toilet when the fancy struck you, or sitting on the toilet and *pretending* to poo, going through the motions.
So yesterday we put you in your new briefs, sans diaper, and told you to let us know when you had to pee. All it took was the one incident, the one instance of sitting in a puddle of your own pee, to realize that you'd be better off using the toilet. So, since noon-ish yesterday, you've been running to the toilet when you have to, and we give you a couple of Spree candies, effusive praise, hugs and high fives each time as a reward.
Today you've actually been heading for the bathroom without alerting anyone, and without hassling us for your Spree candies afterwards.
Okay, I guess I can't say that you're totally and completely potty-trained until you take an actual *dump* in the toilet.
I can see where you're going with this. You haven't had a poo in a couple of days, and I think you would rather get yourself all backed up and avoid a poo altogether, than to try doing *that* in the toilet. This afternoon you took off your new undies and brought me a diaper, which is probably your way of telling me that you need to drop some kids off at the pool. But... I refused and made you put your undies back on. I promise you, sweetie, I will win this battle. You can't hold it in forever!
Love you, my ambitious, smarty-pants, precious little boy. Tomorrow is another day.
2 comments:
Too funny...this is our house right now, too. This has been "big girl week" as we try to convince someone who is still in diapers that she should use the damn potty already. Unfortunately, the peeing (and pooping...ugh) in the underpants has not really made that big of an impact on her. Now I'm setting the kitchen timer in hopes that I can get her onto the potty often enough to get something happening. In the meantime, it's a lot of laundry.
"you need to drop some kids off at the pool." LOL. I haven't heard that one before.
Kids will train when they are ready. Any parent that tells you their child was trained at a year is only fooling themselves.
When W. popped in the toilet for the first time we had a "Poo Party". We danced around with noise makers and threw confetti. We had Mcdonalds for dinner. Basically we made a huge deal of it. It worked and he never had many accidents after that.
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