Mr S is currently in the midst of potty trying. It’s so easy and I’m
enjoying every minute of it....... if you haven’t already realised I’m being
sarcastic. Potty training is hard for both me and Mr S. I’ve read blogs, books
and forums but I’m still not very good at it.
I’ve tried several tips which haven’t worked and some which have.
My greatest fail was when I bought a toilet seat potty thinking he could go straight
on the toilet. Before it even had its debut performance Mr S got his head stuck
in it. My dad had to wedge it off because I couldn’t move for laughing. My
health visitor suggested I do a wee on his potty to demonstrate. Since I left
my pride and sense of embarrassment in a delivery suite 2 years ago I gave it a
go. Mr S looked at me like I was stupid and then ran away and peed on my rug.
The only positive too trying to teach, (or should I say force), my
difficult little man to go number one and two on a small plastic bowl is it
gives me some stories to tell and laugh about.
When we first started the process Mr S would start shouting pee
pee, I would sit him on his potty and wait......and wait and wait. Nothing. He
didn’t quite get the concept, he thought it was just an excuse to sit down and
have everyone’s attention. Because of this experience I wasn’t paying that much
attention when he told me he needed it anymore. Big mistake.
Mr S was saying poo poo. I carried on dressing Mr B in his pyjamas
and off Mr S went. I thought nothing of it. When I had finished getting my
youngest ready for bed I got the potty and headed to Mr S room. I found him
inside his pop up tent looking at his picture book. “What you doing baby” I
said as I popped my head into the tent. He looked at me and smiled, I was
thinking how cute he was, then I saw it. The floor of the tent was showered with
puddles of liquid poop. I stopped and simply starred for a minute, I had no
idea how to even begin this clean up mission. I did what any good mother would
do. I got Mr S out, told him it was OK and we would try the potty next time, I
picked the tent up, ran straight to the wheelie bin outside and then ordered a
new one online. No amount of cleaning could have saved that tent, trust me.
So we’re now at a stage where he has done a few number twos on the
pot pot and we’re trying to master the pee pee. He is finding this hard as he
doesn’t seem to be able to judge when he needs it. A few nights ago the boys
were playing after bath time while I got everyone’s p.js ready. Mr S looked so
confused when he started weeing, Mr B looked even more confused, but then he
was sat in the line of pee pee fire. I had to take my little pee stained chunk
straight back to the bath. Poor kid.
It gets worse than this though, if that’s possible. A couple of
nights ago Mr S finally did a wee on his potty, which would be great, except I
didn’t know he had done a wee on his potty. Poor Mr B didn’t know either and
must have thought it was just a large mug of apple juice, that’s the only
explanation for why I caught him drinking it. I couldn’t do anything but shout
for hubby. I was dry heaving and shouting, “do something with him, brush his
teeth, I’m going to be sick”. Poor poor kid.
I’m not too worried because I know Mr S will get there eventually
and I just need to persevere and keep up the praise. I’m also not too worried
that Mr B got peed on as I’m sure he will get his own back in a few months when
it’s his turn to potty train. In the meantime, I will just have to keep up my
stocks of carpet cleaner and mop heads.
Good day to you x
