Never has Elmo looked so menacing. Seriously. Elmo’s smiling face on a potty is a cruel joke for those in the throws of potty training.
We are knee deep in potty training and it isn’t pretty. Jackson refuses to poop on the potty and occasionally drops a raisinet in there, making him feel entitled to a matchbox car. “I DID A BROWN ONE!” he will exclaim. I’m to the point of clarifying poop size for the bribery gift by telling him “It has to be bigger than a grape in order to get a car for pooping on the potty.”
He is going to be 3 in just a few weeks and at this point he will be wearing a diaper for a looooong time. Technically he is in pull-ups now, but who are we kidding? It’s a glorified diaper.
He will pee on the potty (only a toddler-sized one, of course) every time he is put on it, but never asks to go on his own. When I was away at BlogHer, my Mom worked on potty training with him, which was basically training herself to stick him on the pot every 2 hours. He still doesn’t feel the urge to ask or know when to go sit on the potty.
I’ve been pretty laissez-faire about the whole potty training deal, putting him on the potty as much as possible but letting him wear pull-ups and not freaking out about accidents. Which for #2 is guaranteed, because if he was a cartoon there would be squiggly lines all around his stinky self in the corner while he yells at me “I’M NOT POOPING!” Every time I change his diaper we talk about how fun school is and when he goes to the bathroom on the potty he can go to school and have fun. He doesn’t care.
I guess it is somewhat working because he woke up from a rarely-taken nap today yelling for me. I ran upstairs and was horrified with what I found. Jackson, next to his bed, pants around his ankles with poop all up and down his leg. With a HUGE smile he told me: “Mama I made a chocolate one!” I’m going to pretend that somehow he was trying to make it to the toilet.
Have you ever changed an almost 3 year old who is covered in poop? It is not easy and pretty much guarantees that everything in a 10 foot vicinity is going to get coated in poop. It’s like the midas touch, but poop- not gold. Meanwhile, I have the dog trying to eat the pull-up and Sidney trying to “help.” Jackson kept sitting his bare butt down on the tile or the wall until I finally got him in the tub and had to disinfect the entire house. Now, a few hours later, both kids are in bed and I can only laugh at tonight’s experience. I know someday he will be potty trained but man, this is NOT fun!
Any tricks you have for potty training?!