That’s right, I’ve gotten back on the horse that so violently threw me off a few months ago. I’m taking another pass at potty-training Daniel.
The recap, in case I never quite finished the story here, is that we did a “boot camp” with him about two weeks after Rebecca’s. He did quite well for the first week. Minor accidents, but plenty of success. Wohoo. And then a week passed, and it all fell apart. It was like he simply stopped caring, or stopped paying attention. He’d have a success or two in the morning, and then it would be all downhill the rest of the day. After more than a week of that nonsense, I decided it wasn’t worth the stress/power-struggle and put him in Pull-Ups full-time. Mainly because they’re easier for the times that he actually did want to use the potty. Which, as it turned out, he did not. Zero interest. And when there’s absolutely NO potty usage, Pull-Ups are just a very expensive and messy pain in my ass. So we went back to diapers.
Anyways, some time has passed, and changing the diaper of a nearly-three-year-old is getting rather tiresome.
I asked Daniel yesterday what he would think about wearing big-boy underwear and using the potty. Previous questioning along this line has been dismissed with an uninterested “no.” Yesterday: “Oh! Yes! I would be very happy!” Um, OK. And up he ran to the dresser to choose his big-boy underwear.
And, so, we have begun again. For the moment, I am not going the boot camp route. We’ll do underwear when we’re at home, diapers when we go out and when he sleeps. I don’t trust him in the slightest to tell me that he wants to go, so I’ve been setting the timer on my phone, and he knows that when it “boings,” it’s time for a potty break. In a day and a half of being part-time in underwear, we have had no pee accidents and one poop accident. That didn’t phase him in the slightest. He did not feel the need to mention it when it happened (on M’s watch, I might add), nor did he seem like he was trying to hide it in any way.
That’s the biggest potty-training obstacle for Daniel & me. As excited as he is to wear big-boy underwear, and he is quite excited, he just doesn’t seem to give a rat’s ass about the accidents. With Rebecca, her accidents got her quite distressed. Daniel? Meh, whatever.
At Target today, we picked out some special Lightning McQueen stickers that I plan on using for a special potty sticker chart. He’s a big fan of ice cream, so I’m thinking 10 stickers and he can get a treat from the ice cream truck or something. Just in case, I got the 2-lb bag of M&Ms, too. [As a side note, Rebecca wanted her own Tinkerbell stickers. Trying to think of a sticker-chart-worthy behavior for her, since she's already got potty training in the bag, but is clearly perturbed at the sudden focus on Daniel.]
On tomorrow’s shopping list – a few bottles of wine for Mommy.
He won’t go to college in diapers, right?