It’s that time again, pals. Potty training time. Because this isn’t my first rodeo, I don’t have grand illusions about it going well. I wish I were more optimistic, but after lengthy training sessions with my son, I am what you call realistic this time around. Those lovely parents who tell me they had their kiddos running to the potty after just one weekend in seclusion–A Child and His Potty–are the bane of my existence. It took MONTHS to get my son on board, and my daughter is, shall we say, fiercely stubborn. So there’s that.
Rest assured: I will win the war, but the victor of what are sure to be heated battles remains unknown.
With my son, experienced potty trainers told us to use Cheerios in the toilet as targets for him.
The kid was upset we were wasting his cereal.
Other helpful advice included a sticker chart or buying him big boy underwear.
Those incentives were exciting for exactly one hour.
A treasure chest, undies adorned with his favorite characters, and several accidents on carpeted areas later, we were spent. You know the only thing that worked for my main man? Preschool. Yep, he went to preschool all diapered incognito-like, and after a few days of watching the other kids use the potty during restroom break, my people-pleasing boy was like “eff this diaper stuff.”
Hasn’t had an accident since.
Now, my daughter is a different kind of kid. She could not care any less what the others are doing. Words like persistent and insane come to mind when I think of her. While these traits can be maddening in a toddler, I am holding out hope for the independent, passionate gal she will grow into.
I should know. She’s me, only shorter.
Anyhoo, while her mind is made up that she is quite happy in diapers thankyouverymuch, this Mama has decided it is time to try and forge a friendship between her and the potty. We’ve had minimal success in the past, but we really haven’t committed ourselves to the endeavor either.
But now it’s on.
To help facilitate the process, the kind folks over at Mom Central crowned me Queen Potty Trainer. Also known as a Pull-Ups® First Flush Ambassador, which deserves a tiara at least.
With the help of some fancy pink Pull-Ups, a celebration for each flush (noise makers, anyone?!), and a printable chart that acknowledges even the smallest successes (i.e. “I told Mommy I had to use the potty” and “I pooped on the potty!” are both praised which is awesome), I am confident my gal will learn to love the potty.
The fact that I’m due with my third poop machine in April is extra incentive. For me.
To get her in the mood, I interviewed my strong-willed gal and asked her thoughts on the potty. As you can see, my pregnant chins and I are in for a long ride. But with the Big Kid Academy resources and tools at my disposal, found via the Pull-Ups website, Facebook page, and Twitter page, I’m ready to roll. Though I can’t say the same for everyone involved…