Isaac 1, Potty Mommy 0
Today was a magnificent day in the O'Neal household, one trumpted with much fanfare by the Mama, mostly to herself. Today was the randomly appointed day in which Isaac would begin his lessons in serious potty usage, and I, the Yoda of Potty, She Who Can Hold Her Pee So Long Her Bladder Should Be Studied, would be his tutor.
There were many, many factors that led to this day, both Isaac-derived and environmental.
From Isaac:
*He knows (and usually announces) when he is going to go poop.
*He wakes up dry from his nap most days. Heck, he wakes up dry from the big sleep more often than not.
*He will sit on his potty bare-butted if I ask.
*He is interested in what Dada and I are up to when we go potty.
Other cosmic factors pointing to this, yes, this as the day:
*Isaac is getting old and his buddies are doing it.
*Dada, who is always motivated to get us to leave the house, is out of town.
*It's a holiday week and we are going nowhere.
*I just dropped $60 last week at BJs to diaper the two of them for the next few weeks. It angered me.
*We will be heading back to Indy for Christmas soon, and I just know I will hear it from somebody about how he's too old to still be in diapers and can they help him use the potty while he's home? You know, cause it's so simple.
So, after dropping off Dada in the general direction of his eventual destination, and picking up a few things at that King of Stores, Walmart, we headed back home. I declared today Nekked Boy Day, much to Isaac's delight, and, keeping two shirts on him to ward off the cold, let him run around half-clothed all morning long. I yammered on at him about how he was a big boy now like AnthonyCarlos and that he will now be using the potty for peeing and pooping. No more diapers! And look at the assortment of Spongebob and Thomas underwear and/or Buzz Lightyear pull-ups you have to choose from, should you wish to clothe yourself in non-diapered undergarments! The thrills! And, if you go poop or pee in the potty, Mom will give you a Tootsie Roll!
Total nonstop potty excitement ensued. Isaac probably spent the better part of an hour sitting on his Isaac potty this morning, with me coaxing him to stay put just in case something should come out. I did everything a human could possibly do to make him go. I let him drink from my water cup that had a straw. I gave him toys to play with in a bowl of lukewarm water. I sat on my Mommy potty and did my business next to him. I ran water. I made up a special potty song regarding how a certain farmer had, not a farm, but a POTTY and that animals were not had by said farmer, but instead sat on a POTTY. This song, I sang it for 15 minutes. I sang it into the ground, much to the amusement of the toddler as he sat on the potty.
And where did he pee? On the hutch in the dining room. On the floor in his bedroom and in the hall. When it was naptime, no sooner had I put him In a pull-up than he peed in it. Each time it was "Okay, but next time let's try to pee on the potty! Hooray for the almighty potty!" And each time he would look past the puddle, concerned not that he and his whole world was pee-soaked, but that "I can't find my Lightning McQueen. I think he's lost." When he would sense that he did have to pee (and he never articulates the need to pee), he would rapidly try to exit his potty to do it somewhere else.
Unlike my regular (AHEM regular) guy, he didn't poop once today. I think it's because, during nekked time, he told me "I go into the living room to poop on the rug," and I chased him into the bare-floored bathroom and surrounded him with potties. Unfazed, he ran from the bathroom and into his room to poop. I ushered him back into the bathroom and pulled the door to. "Look! You can poop and we'll leave you alone! You can close the door, just like Daddy does!" But instead of pooping on a potty or even on the floor, I think he just forgot about pooping altogether.
Oh, the excitement, the pumped-upedness I was conveying. Dude, I was so into the potty I made ME want to go. But not him. While he is perfectly happy to sit on the potty, he does not want to unload his messes into it AT ALL. At one point when I caught him peeing in his pull-up, thanks to the disappearing planets on the front, I asked if he could try peeing in the potty and he started crying. "I no want to pee in the potty! I pee in my diaper!"
Now I realize that this is just the first day of really forcefully suggesting the potty as an alternative to the diaper. But as much as I enjoy chasing my toddler around the house with a towel and a bottle of windex, how exactly am I to know if any of this is sinking in? And what if it doesn't? Dude seems as though he could care less that he is peeing all over himself.
He knows exactly what he's supposed to do. He's seen Mom and Dad do it countless times. We have three potty books, all of which get read regularly. Can it be that, despite his advancing age, he's just not ready?
There were many, many factors that led to this day, both Isaac-derived and environmental.
From Isaac:
*He knows (and usually announces) when he is going to go poop.
*He wakes up dry from his nap most days. Heck, he wakes up dry from the big sleep more often than not.
*He will sit on his potty bare-butted if I ask.
*He is interested in what Dada and I are up to when we go potty.
Other cosmic factors pointing to this, yes, this as the day:
*Isaac is getting old and his buddies are doing it.
*Dada, who is always motivated to get us to leave the house, is out of town.
*It's a holiday week and we are going nowhere.
*I just dropped $60 last week at BJs to diaper the two of them for the next few weeks. It angered me.
*We will be heading back to Indy for Christmas soon, and I just know I will hear it from somebody about how he's too old to still be in diapers and can they help him use the potty while he's home? You know, cause it's so simple.
So, after dropping off Dada in the general direction of his eventual destination, and picking up a few things at that King of Stores, Walmart, we headed back home. I declared today Nekked Boy Day, much to Isaac's delight, and, keeping two shirts on him to ward off the cold, let him run around half-clothed all morning long. I yammered on at him about how he was a big boy now like AnthonyCarlos and that he will now be using the potty for peeing and pooping. No more diapers! And look at the assortment of Spongebob and Thomas underwear and/or Buzz Lightyear pull-ups you have to choose from, should you wish to clothe yourself in non-diapered undergarments! The thrills! And, if you go poop or pee in the potty, Mom will give you a Tootsie Roll!
Total nonstop potty excitement ensued. Isaac probably spent the better part of an hour sitting on his Isaac potty this morning, with me coaxing him to stay put just in case something should come out. I did everything a human could possibly do to make him go. I let him drink from my water cup that had a straw. I gave him toys to play with in a bowl of lukewarm water. I sat on my Mommy potty and did my business next to him. I ran water. I made up a special potty song regarding how a certain farmer had, not a farm, but a POTTY and that animals were not had by said farmer, but instead sat on a POTTY. This song, I sang it for 15 minutes. I sang it into the ground, much to the amusement of the toddler as he sat on the potty.
And where did he pee? On the hutch in the dining room. On the floor in his bedroom and in the hall. When it was naptime, no sooner had I put him In a pull-up than he peed in it. Each time it was "Okay, but next time let's try to pee on the potty! Hooray for the almighty potty!" And each time he would look past the puddle, concerned not that he and his whole world was pee-soaked, but that "I can't find my Lightning McQueen. I think he's lost." When he would sense that he did have to pee (and he never articulates the need to pee), he would rapidly try to exit his potty to do it somewhere else.
Unlike my regular (AHEM regular) guy, he didn't poop once today. I think it's because, during nekked time, he told me "I go into the living room to poop on the rug," and I chased him into the bare-floored bathroom and surrounded him with potties. Unfazed, he ran from the bathroom and into his room to poop. I ushered him back into the bathroom and pulled the door to. "Look! You can poop and we'll leave you alone! You can close the door, just like Daddy does!" But instead of pooping on a potty or even on the floor, I think he just forgot about pooping altogether.
Oh, the excitement, the pumped-upedness I was conveying. Dude, I was so into the potty I made ME want to go. But not him. While he is perfectly happy to sit on the potty, he does not want to unload his messes into it AT ALL. At one point when I caught him peeing in his pull-up, thanks to the disappearing planets on the front, I asked if he could try peeing in the potty and he started crying. "I no want to pee in the potty! I pee in my diaper!"
Now I realize that this is just the first day of really forcefully suggesting the potty as an alternative to the diaper. But as much as I enjoy chasing my toddler around the house with a towel and a bottle of windex, how exactly am I to know if any of this is sinking in? And what if it doesn't? Dude seems as though he could care less that he is peeing all over himself.
He knows exactly what he's supposed to do. He's seen Mom and Dad do it countless times. We have three potty books, all of which get read regularly. Can it be that, despite his advancing age, he's just not ready?
posted by Claire at 11:30 PM
4 Comments:
Claire Honey, When he's ready, he'll do it. Grandma Daisy told me to wait until the moon is in the knees. Whatever the heck that meant.O yah it's in The Farmer's Almanac.Just put him in a pull up and when it's full yank it off. Believe me kids work this out pretty well. Don't be pressure by other Mom's and grandmas. Enjoy them babies.Mommy C
You're sweet! Thanks, Mamaw!!!
Claire: this blog was hilarious..I can say that because I'm not the mother of a toddler. There was a suggestion from one of your readers awhile ago - put cheerios in the bottom of the potty and let Isaac target pratice. Anyway, I love your blogs, and your boys are wonderful and if you replace the baby-chub photo what will I do?!
Susan
You know what is sad? the biggest downfall will be stopping to let him pee when you are driving to indy.
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