This week (tomorrow, in fact) is Thomas Crapper's birthday. You know, the guy who invented the porcelain chair, the loo, the big boy potty... whatever you're calling a toilet these days.
Coincidentally, LB is potty training this week for good. It's as if we subconsciously knew Crapper's bday was this week.
I'm seriously sick of changing big man poop diapers. And I really think he's old enough to get the concept. The reasons I've waited are:
1. I'm not very patient when it comes to this. I didn't want to struggle month after month with potty training someone who doesn't care if he's sitting in his own shit.
2. It's actually infinitely easier to keep him in diapers. I knew when he had to be changed, I didn't have to worry about him peeing everywhere, and I could actually, like, leave the house.
3. There really wasn't a need to get him out of diapers, so I suppose I was just lazy.
But I want the kid to be social and go out and join gymnastics classes and such... which he needs to be potty trained for. And really, he's 3, it's about time he learns. He's a smart kid, but stubborn, and has been using the power struggle over the potty to "win". No more- I've taken a hard stance now and we're not going back to diapers, even if it does take months.
Today, he's peed on the big boy potty (he won't do anything on the "toy potty") twice. He's also peed on the floor twice. We've spent more time in the bathroom, him sitting on the potty and me doing sudoku next to him, than we've spent doing anything else.
But at least he's learning. *sigh*
I used to be a very patient person. I used to think I could handle this. Sometime in my 20s, I lost all that patience.
When he did pee on the potty, I jumped around like a friggin fool, flailing my arms and doing a little dance, shouting "Yay, Lewis! You pee-peed on the potty! YAY! I'm so proud of you!" He would smile really big and say, "I did it, Mommy! I pee-peed on the potty!" That kinda makes it worth it, to see him so excited and so proud.
But for the remainder of the potty training days, I'm going to need a lot of alcohol and chocolate to get me through this.
3 comments:
So funny! Great post. Good luck with this potty business. I'll be joining you... at some point...
Fun, fun. But as a wise woman once told me, he won't be sixteen and still be in diapers - or even five for that matter...it will come.
Bribe him with "cammy"...lol. Works pretty well with my nephew. :P He even gets to pick out the "cammy" before he potties...but he know he can't have it until after.
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