Potty Training: Part 2

Well its looking like there will definitely be more parts to this story.  I was hoping Soph would grasp the idea a little faster, as Jonah did, but she hasn't.  She has gone pee pee in the potty but doesn't tell us when she needs to and for the most part, it all ends up in her pants and on the floor.  I caved yesterday and put a diaper on her after about half the day went by with NO success at all.

Maybe she's not ready yet.  I'm just not sure.  I think potty training is the hardest thing about raising young kids.  My mom says we were all potty trained by 18 months.  If this is true, she was one patient mother.

Here are a few fun pictures I captured over the weekend.

I call this one "Bare-back".

"What?"

Don't you love her outfit? She HAD to wear the shoes.

I'm thinking, "Don't you dare."

It's Potty Time: Part 1

Hopefully there are only 2 parts to this post.  That will be decided after tomorrow--when we start potty training Sophie.  My plan is to go "cold turkey" like we did with Jonah.  I think she's ready.  She talks about the potty and likes to sit on it.  She also loves her new undies.

She picked Hello Kitty and I picked some of the beefy Gerber ones with extra layers to soak up the accidents.

We're going to have to work on the mechanics.

So many options!  Let's just wear them all at once!

I want to get on the potty train!

We took the leap yesterday and started potty-training Jonah. I've been prepping myself mentally for a few weeks now and decided it would be best if we started when Jon could be home to help. Jon's last day of work was last Friday and he has a week and a half off before starting the MBA program.

One particular event, really helped push me over the edge and start potty-training. A couple of weeks ago we went to the pool with my in-laws and Jonah's cousins. As I paid for the tickets, the woman at the desk asked if my kids had swim diapers AND the plastic underwear over them. I lied (like everyone else in the pool) and told her they did. I entered the park and while searching for some shade, I grumbled under my breath, "Who really buys those plastic pants anyway? What a ridiculous requirement."

The kids had a great time playing in the water and near the end of our stay, my sister-in-law said, "What is that in the water?" Sure enough, there was poop floating around us. I stood up, disgusted, and went to pick Jonah up out of the water. It was time to go home. Just to make sure, though, I checked his pants. I didn't want to be the one with the kid who pooped in the pool! Much to my dismay, my dear, sweet Jonah had not only pooped in his swim diaper, but it had started to disintegrate and break down so much so that it was oozing out the sides of his diaper and swimsuit. I was mortified.

I took him back to our towels, changed his diaper, vowed never to return without plastic undies, and decided it was time to potty-train.

I was pretty nervous when yesterday came and it was time to teach him to go potty. He'd been fairly resistant to my encouraging and motivating to sit on the potty. The morning was horrible. He sat on the potty for about 85% of the morning and still managed to pee 5 times on the floor in the 15% he wasn't on the potty. But after nap time, he finally peed for the first time and then it just caught on like wild fire. He has yet to poop in the potty and I'm sure he's holding back, but he hasn't had an accident since yesterday morning.

I'm so proud of my little boy! He looks so cute in his big boy underwear. He ran around in his "Handy Manny" undies outside last night, playing with all the neighbor kids. What a cutie.

Pee Pee Potty

About 4 months ago I bought a little potty for Jonah. As he was nearing 18 months I got revved up about the prospects of having him potty trained. So far the potty has been used only as yet another toy to play with in the bathroom while we get ready. He refuses to sit on it longer than 5 seconds so I'm not rushing him. I figure it needs to be on his own time (I'll start taking serious action if he nears 3 and isn't potty trained--because lets face it, I might as well be wiping up adult poop at that point).

Today I didn't get to go running before Jon left for work; which pretty much rules out the option of a workout outside the home for the day. So I did a little half hour work out video that my sister lent me while Jonah made comments about "Mommy dancing". Afterwards, I put Jonah in the bath. When it was time to get out and lather him up with lotion and get him dressed, he slipped out of his room while still totally nakey and started playing around in the kitchen. I walked out to get him and saw him squatting on the floor red-faced. I ran over and saw that he had peed on the floor and quickly picked him up and put him on the toilet (NOT his training potty but the real one). As I got out the mop to clean up his mess, I heard SPLASH and ran to find that he had fallen in the toilet. I couldn't help but laugh. I think he was pretty scared but the kid is so darn skinny that I guess it was inevitable. I wish I could have taken a picture.

I think this event today has guaranteed another 6 months in diapers until he has overcome his fear of falling in.


This picture has nothing to do with the post but I wanted to post it a while ago and didn't. I took these pictures in the fall.