Eddie is potty-trained.
Did you hear that huge sigh of relief that collectively exhaled out of both Cort and me? It was a powerful sigh, I tell you.
Eddie is 3 years and 5 months old.
For those of you who have yet to potty train a child? People are not kidding when they tell you it is the most exhausting, frustrating milestone to date when raising a child.
And that is saying a lot. I mean, not much has been super easy with Mr. Edward.
It seems like we have been potty training FOREVER. Our entire attitude was always that we would let him lead the way. We would just follow his cues.
At first it seemed to work.
He was incredibly interested in the toilet and using one before he was even two.
We openly talked about poop and pee and going on the potty.
He liked to sit on it and every now and then he would tinkle on it. But at just 2 years old, he just wasn’t REALLY into it. But we kept it in the bathroom and let him sit on it whenever.
Time went by and the potty got dusty.
And then I got pregnant. Suddenly being a Big Boy was THE THING.
Pooping came first.
After a couple issues with poop in the bath tub, it was a rare day that Eddie didn’t ask to sit on the toilet if he had to poop. It’s like seeing his poop floating around him did a number on his brain.
I guess I would be traumatized too.
And then he started to pee on the toilet too. Mostly before bed or after nap or before bath time. We kept a potty chart on the fridge for him to stick stickers when he pooped or peed and he got m&ms for each.
He was so close to being able to wear undies instead of pull-ups or diapers.
And then this happened:
Suddenly Eddie wanted nothing to do with pooping or peeing on the toilet.
We knew this could happen, so we tried to take it in stride, but it got maddening.
He would purposefully poop in his pull-up so we switched back to diapers exclusively and stopped trying to have him be potty trained. We tried to just accept he would wear diapers until he was ready.
But every time he would announce, “I go downstairs now. You not come down,” we would bristle. “Ed, are you going to poop?” “No.” “Ed? Are you going to poop??”
“Yes. Don’t come down.”
Meanwhile all his friends at daycare were potty training. All but one girl who was younger than him and the babies.
He didn’t care.
Most days he just wore his diaper with no shame. Sometimes he would tell Renae (his daycare mom) that he wanted to pee. And sure enough, he would.
But most days…diaper.
Until…that last little girl started potty training about a month ago.
I don’t know what happened in Eddie’s mind or why. Maybe it was because he is so competitive and he didn’t want to be last. Maybe it was because this particular little girl is sort of his arch enemy (if 3-year old’s can have arch enemies) and he couldn’t stand her “beating him” to this milestone. Or maybe he realized he would be the only one that was like the babies if he wore diapers…something he was NOT in his mind (yes, this child went from baby to Big Boy. There was no little boy phase if you ask him).
I really don’t know, but on the first day the little girl started wearing undies at daycare, Eddie told Renae he wanted to do it too.
He we through two undies and hasn’t had hardly any accidents since.
Sometimes at home he will forget to go and have an accident, but never at daycare. And never poop.
He even told the Sunday School teacher he had to poop in church on Sunday. And sure enough. He did it. On the can, with privacy, of course (that’s his thing…no coming in until he needs a wipe).
He even pees standing up with no aiming issues.
He only wears a pull up at night. Not at nap…he stays dry in his undies at nap.
There was a time I thought I would miss having him in diapers. That somehow my baby would disappear and I would be very sad.
But I’m not. Not even a little bit.
I think everyone has a poop in the pants limit and I had hit mine with this guy.
I am thankful that my little boy is potty trained.
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