he’s pooped trained. there’s that.

We made it official this weekend.

Sluiter Nation is in Potty Training mode.

::gulp::

As totally newbs at this, we clearly have no idea what in the heck we are doing.

Eddie has been showing signs of readiness for months. In fact, we bought a potty last summer..before he was two, so a YEAR AGO…because he was asking a million questions about it, asking to flush for us, wanting to know all about it.

He even asked to sit on it with his diaper on.

So the potty chair was brought in.

And he loved that darn thing.

EVERYONE got a chance on the potty...even Lamby.

The day the potty arrived, was such a fun day for Eddie.  He was so excited, I can’t lie, Cort and I started doing high fives, fist bumps, and booty shakes.

We were prematurely congratulating ourselves on having a kid who was going to be an absolute cinch to potty train.

I mean, he WANTED to do it, and he wasn’t even two yet!

Eddie has pooped exactly one time in the bathtub.  It was so epically traumatic for both of us, he has never done it again.

In fact, he got pretty OCD about having to get out of the tub to sit on the potty.  He was so afraid of having to sit in his own feces again.

he even ventured on the BIG potty sometimes

Everyone told me he was ready.

People kept saying, “Kate, he is SO ready.  Take away those diapers and go to it!”

But we hesitated.

First of all, by this time, I was back to work.  Potty training was something I didn’t want to dump on (ha!  see what I did there?) on his daycare mom…unless I had to.  I mean, we are his parents.  We can do this, right?

Secondly, I was pregnant.  I know my kid, and I KNEW that once Charlie was here, we would have regression.

(I was very right about this, by the way.)

To me the “perfect” timing was summer when I could have him to myself and AFTER his brother had been around for awhile so we could turn the potty training into something that was ALL ABOUT EDDIE.

"Leave me 'lone, mom."

Friday was Day 1 of the Real Deal.

I put his first Pull Up on him and we watched the Pull Ups DvD.

He was smitten.

He is in LOVE with the Potty Dance and made me play it no fewer than 13q4508094 times (yeah, there’s a “q” in there, what?).

He has it completely memorized.

The first day?  I let this be it.  He needed to ease into it.  It needed to be fun.  It needed to be ALL ABOUT HIM.

Day 2 Cort and I were both home, so we thought, “put him on the can every 20 minutes or so.”

This sounded simple in theory.  What could go wrong?

Oh, only the fact that if you asked him, “do you want to sit on the potty?”

The answer was ALWAYS, “nope.”

So then we stopped forming a question.  “Eddie, let’s go sit on the potty.”

This turned into a screaming, crying tantrum.

Mind you, when forced to sit there, he would pee one tinkle and then demand to get off the pot.

Ok.  We needed bribery.  That is what the facebook and twitter people say.  So I decided, he loves m&ms and stickers.  So I made this:

It ain't pretty, but the boy thought it was cool.

For each pee on the potty he gets a small sticker and 3 m&ms.  For a poop on the potty he gets a big sticker and 6 m&ms.

This intrigued him.

We even talked of cake pop treats from Starbucks if he fills up a whole row.

More excitement.

Twenty minutes later when I told him we were going to sit on the potty?  Tantrum.

So we decided to play hardball.

If he was going to be stubborn, we could be stubborner.  err..more stubborn?  meh.

We put him in undies.

He thought they were cool.

And then peed on the couch.

It’s ok…it’s ok.  We expected accidents.

Then he peed on the floor.

And he was clearly upset that he couldn’t do it “right.”

And then he pooped in his undies.  Bad poop. Throw-away-the-undies poop. He was losing control because now it was bedtime and we stuck him in a diaper out of frustration.

Sunday morning, we put him in undies again.

He peed again.

So we did pull ups.

We had a few pee successes and one poop success.

But he was still fighting it.  Bedtime became a battle because he wanted to use peeing on the potty as a stall.  For the first time ALL DAY he ASKED to sit on the potty.  And did nothing.  Twice.

Finally Cort stuck him in a diaper and all i could here from downstairs was his wail of “but I don’t WEAR diapers anymore, daddy!”

My heart broke.

This morning I decided it was so very important for this to be HIS thing.  For real this time.  We couldn’t force anyone else’s “way” on him.

He climbed into bed with me at 7:00am this morning and at 8:00am when Charlie woke up, he asked for a Pull Up instead of his diaper.  I said sure and to just let me know when he wanted to try the potty.

He asked, “my froggy potty?” (opposed to the seat we got him for the big potty).

“Whatever you want to do, Eddie.”

“Ok, mom.”

After breakfast he paused the Mario Kart game he was playing and announced, “mom!  I poop on my potty!” and took off for the bathroom.

And sure enough…he pooped AND peed.

We celebrated BIG TIME.  M&Ms and stickers and a call to daddy at work to tell him the good news.

“I’m so proud of you, buddy!”

I cannot even describe the look of pride on Eddie’s face.  I even heard him tell Charlie and Lamby that daddy said, “I so proud, buddy. I so proud.  Me a BIG KID!”

Later in the afternoon before nap he did it again.  Another poop on the potty.

More celebrating and hugs.

He beamed.

And before bed, we asked if he wanted to sit on the potty before bed. He said yes.  And wouldn’t you know it?  He had a dry Pull Up and he peed a bunch.

That kid.

He gets the poop.  He is poop trained already.

It’s the pee that is confusing.

But we will get there because, as everyone says, one way or another, kids always get out of diapers.

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