A few weeks ago my 2 year old, Ari, started showing signs that he might be getting the whole “life’s comfortable if I do my business in a bowl rather than in my pants” thing. Timing wasn’t great (for me) as we were about to head south for some family catch ups and nappies are a whole lot easier than cleaning up accidents in airports. I decided we would wait until we got back from our trip and then go hard on the jock wearing big kid game. This my have been my first mistake.
I am a first timer at this. I have no idea what I am doing. Scared, so scared.
Today, after being at the park for a few hours I thought it was mighty time to whip off the nappy and get Ari all excited about wearing jocks “like a big boy”. He had done the jocks before but nothing as hard-core as me thinking this could be how we roll from now on.
The first pair lasted 10 minutes.
10 minutes! I did the whole chat about what happens when and we talked about it for a while. We sat on the couch together and called Daddy at work to tell him how cool Ari was in his jocks and I look down to see a big wet patch on the couch. Ari said nothing. No response when I asked him if he had he done a wee. No response when asked if he needed to go to the toilet (obviously not any more!). Crickets. I thought I would take him to the toilet anyway, who knows if that is what you are supposed to do but it’s what I did. Then we go get new jocks and go through the whole chat again about what he has to do if he feels the need, the need to wee.
20 minutes later.
I walk past his room where he has been playing and smell it. There is a poo in the vicinity. Now, he had already done number twos that morning so I thought I was home free to run with jocks all afternoon. Not the case, and for round two he had done it for Australia! By now he didn’t want to hear another thing about the toilet or potty as I had tried to really hammer the message through maybe a little too much on the last change. Not going to the toilet made the clean up a challenge and he really couldn’t care less that he was packing heat. I ended up working some forensic magic and completed the mission including putting on the third pair of underwear for the day… I use the word day loosely as we were only really 30 minutes in from the first pair!
I decide to get stuck into some Spring cleaning and tackled an old hutch that was still harbouring mould from its days in the Tropics. Ari was “helping” and it kept our minds occupied.
Ari is sitting on a cane lattice chair, cushion kicked off thankfully, looking at old photos. I walked away for a second and when I come back under his chair in a splattered puddle. He was still sitting there looking a photos. Not a concern in the world.
We went to the old change table and slipped on a pull-up. Defeated! He couldn’t care less. I’m thinking I will still be needing quite a few more nappy sacks before this job is done.
1 hour of toilet training clocked.
Any hot tips on toilet training little boys? How did it roll in your house?
If you don’t have kids did this post put you off just little bit? Sorry about that.