OK, so it’s not REALLY “take 32″ but it certainly feels like it. There was the time my Mom (aka “Stalin”) watched the kids while I was at BlogHer in NYC and had Jackson sitting on the potty every hour and stickers were being put on charts like it was going out of style. Then I came back and felt she had just trained *us* to sit him on the potty all the time and he still didn’t realize when he needed to go. Back to pull ups he went.
Fast forward 4 months later. On a whim, I purchased an ebook “Oh Crap Potty Training” that I saw an ad for on a blog I read (I don’t even remember which blog). After quickly speed-reading it, I realized I need to quit being lazy and get Jackson in underwear and on the potty. I always had a reason not to potty train: we were moving, we were having a baby, I had a cold, Sidney had a cold, the dog had a cold, you name it. No more excuses, this needed to be done before I had a high schooler in diapers.
Starting yesterday, Jackson has lived in the cutest little pairs of tighty whiteys you have ever seen: Thomas, Diego, Cars- all the character underwear we have picked up at Target over the past year during my half-assed potty training attempts. That’s exactly what they have been too, I’ve never jumped right in “100%” until yesterday.
It’s gone better than I thought it would, to be perfectly honest. Every single of roll of toilet paper has also been unraveled while he had his “privacy,” but I can handle that. We’ve had some dribbles here and there in the underwear, but he has almost always made it to the potty on time. That is, until we experienced the great underwear destruction of 2012. Jackson was playing alone in his bedroom while I did laundry when I told him it was time to go sit on the potty, which he did. Much to my horror, he pointed out the “big brown one” in his underwear when I went in to check on him. Fortunately it wan’t the super cute Thomas pair and was just plain Diego because there was no saving that pair. What happened next was just like the last time he pulled down the pull ups: Sidney, dog, bare butt on floor, you name it. Yuck.
Here’s my question for you experienced “Moms of potty training”: am I supposed to save the underwear that have *bad* accidents? I thought about scraping the poo off cloth diaper style then washing it, for about a second until I realized this wasn’t just some toddler skid mark. Then I said HELL NO and threw them away in the diaper genie. I’d love to know if I’m the only one throwing those things away… maybe I should be washing them? Ew- the things a Mom does.