Potty Training 2.0, Installment 3

Oh boy!! Shoulda never wrote that we were doing well with the pottying!! LOL On the very day that I wrote the potty training post (see below) this is what happened:

Daniel is in his underwear for about 45 minutes and has peeped in the potty twice. Thinking that we were doing well, I sat down at the computer to type a blog post, the one (below) about Daniel and the potty. While I was typing that very post he was busy, pooping in his underwear. He didn't tell me, I just happen to smell it. I took him into the bathroom to clean him and his Thomas underwear up. I had him standing near the tub (which just happened to be such a wonderful idea, who knew??) I pulled down his pants and he steps down too soon and directly into the poopy underwear. Seriously?? I lifted his foot to get the underwear off and he stepped down on the rug. I lifted him up and over the side of the tub to wash off his feet and his foot dragged all the way over and down the tub. Really?? He was dancing around in the empty tub while I quickly cleaned up the floor and threw the rug down the laundry shoot, which made wonderful little poopy foot prints all in the tub! I turned on the water, cleaned the tub (with bath soap, but hang on), cleaned his feet, legs and well, ALL of him. Took him out, put on clean underwear and sent him out. Then I brought out the heavy duty cleaner and cleaned the tub and shower.

Promptly 10 minutes later I went to get him to take him potty (I had just finished the bathroom mop job), we get into the bathroom and he peed in the floor, on his legs and on me. So he got cleaned again, I had wiped the floor, and changed my clothes. He peed in the next two pair of underwear and got cleaned up so much he was almost shiny.

Oh, and I put him in a pull up for the rest of the day.

Potty Training 2.0 (The Upgrade), Installment 2

I know, it's been a LONG while since blogging about Daniel and potty training. Maybe that's because I don't feel like we have really been potty training. Not consistently, that is. No excuses, we were just struggling with it.

So, we have rejoined the full time potty training masses. He is doing really well. We can go most days, in underwear with no (or few) accidents. He absolutely loves wearing underwear instead of pull-ups or a diaper.

First thing in the morning, our conversation goes one of two ways. . .

Mama: "Good morning baby, how are you this morning?"

Daniel: "Hi Mama, I good. I thirsty."

Mama: "Okay, first we need to put on underwear, pee-pee in the potty and then we will get breakfast."

Daniel: "Yip. I peep in the potty like I big boy. Let's go."

~~or~~

Mama: "Good morning baby, how are you this morning?"

Daniel: "Hi Mama, I good. I thirsty."

Mama: "Okay, first we need to put on underwear, pee-pee in the potty and then we will get breakfast."

Daniel: "I don't wanna wear underwear or peep in the potty. I da baby, not a big boy. I peep in pull-ups."

Mama: "Nope, you are a big boy and you need to wear big boy underwear and peep in the potty. Let's go get 'em on."

Once the underwear are on, either forced or chosen, then we are good. Most of the time. Depending on how good the day went, we will then battle over putting on a night-night pull-up on because "he is a big boy, not a baby who wears diapers". It's hard to be three years old and consistent with where you stand being the baby or being big.

Sometimes getting him to the potty is easy and he is excited and other times I have make him go because he doesn't want to stop playing to go potty. Again, that consistency things comes up.

While this may not be the most exciting potty training story, I'm sure they will come. Don't they always when potty training?

Now to get up the courage to go on outings with underwear on instead of pull-ups without crying?!?! Daniel probably needs a little courage too. ~Smile~

The Potty Chronicles, Daniel Edition No. 1

Yes, it's THAT again. Baby boy child is on the cusp of potty training, technically one foot has stepped in. Full force potty training will begin in a couple of weeks. We are just getting out feet wet, so to speak. I feel very hopeful about this round! I think he will potty train pretty easily (that doesn't mean easy it just means easier than older brother Sam) and without too many melt downs. Hopefully Daniel won't meltdown either. ~Smile~

So the other day I decide to buy Daniel some pull-ups and just how he would do. Up to this point in his life going to the potty hasn't really been on his mind. He would sit down for 1.3 seconds and then announce that he was done even though there was nothing in the potty. But I wasn't stressing about it, trying to hold off a little longer before I step into a nervous breakdown on purpose. Makiah and Sam are both taking a personal interest in this as well. I mean I don't understand why potty training is so fun but Makiah is all about helping Daniel. Does it make me a bad mom if I let her? I don't think so, but if you disagree feel free to not tell me. Ignorance is bliss. ~Wink~

So the other day I hear Makiah in the bathroom with Daniel, pull-ups just purchased and mother hen, uh older sister Makiah was taking a firm hand. She is telling him in a very grown up way to tell her when he needs to go potty or when he feels that funny feeling. Daniel says, "okay Bakiah". Then she tells him that he can tell Mama too. Well thank you Makiah for keeping me in the loop. At this point I am cracking up. I was just outside the bathroom in the office listening. So far everyday for the last three days he has went pee pee in the potty at least once. Sometimes more. He thinks he is very big with his "pool ups" (that would be how he pronounces it) and really likes going to sit on the potty every 10 minutes. Next week we will go invest in cloth training pants and some Mickey Mouse and Elmo underwear, those were his special request underwear. Sam is also actively participating in this process because every time he goes to the bathroom he drags Daniel along. This is typically how it he says it, "come on Daniel, its time to go to the bathroom and I don't won't to hear any arguments" (as he is pulling him by the arm or hand). Ha ha ha, Sam has heard that phrase a time or two thousand in his little lifetime!!! So now that I have many or mini helpers in the potty training process, I do believe it may not cause the death of me. Hopefully.

Aren't you glad that I'm blogging again?? I know you all would not want to miss this!