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Time to potty!!!

13 Apr

My husband (eek, it still feels funny to call him that) and I have been worried, not gonna lie about it. Our son starts pre-K in about four months and he hasn’t so much as given the potty the time of day.

We bought him a “Cars” potty (which makes this annoying engine revving sound when he flushes it), we tried pull-ups (a.k.a. the more expensive diaper you can take off easily), we bought pull-ups that get cold when they get wet (a.k.a. the even more expensive diaper you can take off even more easily), we tried rewarding (candy, cars, stickers, you name it), we tried over-excessive pride (I lost count of the number of times I jumped around like a meth-head cheerleader on crack), we tried just having him run around naked from the waist down (I’ve seen dogs that pee in the house less than my son), we tried everything.

If you read anything about potty training, it’ll say that one of the signs of readiness is that they start being uncomfortable when their diaper is wet or messy. They actually start to dislike the feeling instead of just being indifferent about it. Well, our son has given indifference a whole new meaning over the past few months. He’s been more indifferent about that potty than the cast of Jersey Shore has been about etiquette and restraint.

Still not potty trained.

Now, I don’t know what has changed over the past couple of days… maybe it was taking his cars away from him with the promise that he will get one back for every time he does something in the potty. Maybe it was buying another potty to go at his grandmother’s house. One thing I know that helped was his grandmother (my mother-in-law) taking the time to constantly have him sit on his shiny new potty and do his business. Over the past three days, he has had ONE accident and I couldn’t be more proud.

It’s amazing how your life changes when you have kids. Just six years ago, I didn’t have a care in the world and was going out like every night and dancing like it was always party time. Now, I’m home with two beautiful kids and staying in every night, dancing because it’s potty time.

And my son is so proud of himself. This morning, my mother-in-law called me and put him on the phone because he just had to tell me, “I. Pooped. In. My. Brand. New. Potty!” I’m so glad that he’s catching on and proud of himself for his “accomplishments” so far. Now I only hope that I can keep up the awesome work that my mother-in-law has started!!