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It’s time to start potty training – part 3

Day two and there was progress, though I wasn’t sure there would be until lunchtime.

It was another lovely hot sunny day, so we were outside from 9am, though over the next three hours he seemed to develop Potty Fear. This may be because at quarter to nine he grabbed himself, ran to the toilet, peed a little as he stepped up, slipped on it and sprawled across the toilet with his head in the bin. I persuaded him to sit on the moulded seat but he cried and complained and was not interested in singing the pee pee song.

Over the course of the morning he would hide to pee or point-blank refuse to go near the potty, even though he would tell me when he needed. I was getting a bit upset about it all, until, just before noon, I managed to grab the potty and catch the last of his stream in it. I was delighted he didn’t stop and run away, he just kept going, so I decided this was a bit of a breakthrough and made a big deal of it. He was delighted, we danced around and kissed and cuddled and took the potty to the toilet to flush it down and wave bye bye to the pee pee. He then got two chocolate buttons and did a little funny dance around the kitchen. Adorable.

Mummykimmy playing on the deck

We played all afternoon and I managed my Catch the Flow trick twice more. Both times we had big celebrations and I noticed he seemed less uncomfortable with the potty as a result. He’s still happier to go and stand by the toilet on his step, though he’s yet to get anything in.

At 2.15, shortly after a two-chocolate-button moment, he was running in circles round the whirligig pole in the middle of the patio. He stopped and I asked him if he needed a pee pee? He shook his head, started running again and, like a trotting pony, plopped three little poos behind him. I’d been dreading this moment so was very relieved at the lack of drama and the easy-clean surface he’d chosen.

Mummykimmy playing with shaving foam

At half four I realised too late that he was looking for something, and he started to puddle on the deck. Luckily the potty was within reach (hidden behind a box of toys though) and I managed to catch half the flow so the wee soul could have his chocolate buttons. He really is trying.

It may be slow, but there is progress happening. He also surprised me today by picking up a tangerine, wandering off with it and bringing it back to me half peeled! I watched as he carefully removed the rest of the skin and ate the segments as if it was no big deal. It was to me! He’s never done that before and on a day when I’m obsessively watching for any step forward at all in his development, this was a wee bonus.

Mummykimmy tangerine peeling

I’m definitely much calmer than I was this time yesterday. I feel much more positive and on top of things. I accept it won’t be done and dusted within three days but I’m satisfied he understands what we’re trying to do and that he’s becoming more familiar with the sensation of needing to go. Rod’s off tomorrow and we’re both looking forward to a whole day in the garden, just the three of us.

Read part 1 here and part 2 here

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It’s time to start potting training – part 2

Day one started so well.

We had the chat, he picked out his pants, he sat on the potty, he smiled and laughed, he seemed really excited about the whole event. He even ran to the toilet and stood on the step ready to ‘pee like daddy’ within half an hour. Nothing happened and he made a puddle a few minutes later as he brushed his teeth, but I gave him a chocolate button anyway. He’d tried.

This morning there were lots of encouraging signs. At 10.30am he told me before he needed and sat obligingly on the potty while we sang the pee pee song. Nothing happened, he made a little puddle a few minutes later but then he ran over and finished by peeing right next to the potty. So his aim’s a little off – he got another chocolate button for effort.

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As the day went on, I abandoned pants and trousers (it was a roasting hot day) and he seemed less and less tolerant of the potty. He was happier to stand on the step by the toilet, but always after a puddle and never with any success. By the end of the afternoon he was just peeing freely with no attempt to tell me until afterwards and no chance of sitting on the potty.

My friend and her wee boy came over for a couple of hours after lunch. He was clearly too distracted to think about it at all – but after hitting his pal and being placed on the naughty step he made a huge puddle and ran straight to the toilet. That was tricky – he was supposed to be in the middle of a punishment but I wanted to reward him for at least trying to make it to the loo. He got another button and was allowed back outside under strict instructions to behave himself.

The worst part was 4.30 to 5.30. By this point I was knackered. My bump was tender from all the bending down to clean up puddles. My patience was wearing thin. We were on the seventh set of pants (even though he’d been naked half the day) and it was still a good few hours until daddy was home. I thought if we made a pizza together the time would pass.

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Right in the middle of the messiest food prep ever, he suddenly stopped, looked at me guiltily and looked down. Instead of taking the three minutes to finish off the pizza, I started cleaning him up, and the chair, and the floor, and washing my hands, and washing his hands, and preventing him grabbing the half made pizzas and slipping and maybe shouting just a little bit too much. I eventually got the pizzas in the oven and was trying to put the kitchen back together when I glanced at the packet and realised I should have cooked the dough for ten minutes first.

So I pulled everything out again and made up two more bases and flung them in the oven while the wee man did some more peeing on the floor. At least he grabbed the mop and tried to clean it up. We then had to smear on more toppings and as I put the pizzas back in the oven he had another accident. After the requisite 15 minutes the pizzas came out looking great but with the dough clearly undercooked. By now it was 5.30 and I was about to completely lose it, so I reheated some spag bol and sat next to him checking Facebook while he happily munched the lot. And peed. I know I shouldn’t have been checking Facebook but I just needed to remember there was a whole world outside my urine soaked house.

After playing outside a little longer, I checked my watch, congratulated myself on reaching 6 o’clock and ran his bath.

He’s wearing a nappy in bed – I’m not even going to attempt dry nighttimes for at least another fortnight. I’ve mopped all the floors, tumble dried all the pants, made sure there are easy meals ready for tomorrow and now I’m going to bed.

Read part 1 here.

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