Monday, April 27, 2009

Do you have to go potty?

I can completely understand why some moms outsource when it come time to potty-train. I don't know what got into me yesterday. I thought it might be time to start trying to teach the kids (especially Normy) how to make poops and pees in the toilet like big kids. Wow. What a job. I'm not sure I'm up for it.

I don't care if Georgia learns to use the pot just yet. But, getting her involved made it more fun for Norm. They like to take turns sometimes... it makes things a game. So, I was especially tickled that she was the first to have a potty success. I thought that might spark a little healthy competition with her brother.


I'm sure Georgia's first pee was just luck. She didn't seem to understand what all of the fuss was about when I started cheering, but was pleased to be so congratulated none the less. I decided to try and let Norm go without drawers all morning to illustrate what he was expected to do. I was worried that if I put undies on him that he'd just think it was another cloth diaper. I know he is totally diaper trained, because when I caught him doing the pee-pee dance he asked me, "Where's the diaper at?" Ha! Two trips to the toilet later he had his first and only pee in the pot.


Georgia wasn't very patient in waiting her turn. I think we'll get a little potty so they can both sit at once. Plus, if either of them are so inclined they can get on to the little potty without my help.





Here they are tanking up on juice to make more pees.


Sadly, none of the juice ended up where I wanted it to. Norm wasn't very happy to have so many messes to clean up.


By lunch I had given up, and everyone was back in diapers.

Oh well. Rome wasn't built in a day... but I may be done potty training for now. If I just wait long enough they will be able to wash their own diapers.

7 comments:

hollydlr said...

where's the diaper at? I LOVE it!

Live Simply Love Strongly said...

Don't give up! You will be pleasantly surprised when they figure it all out! Chili is almost potty trained, and Mami is soooo happy!

Anonymous said...

Hand, Hand, Fingers, Thumb. What a great read for a thought provoking evacuation! Gpa W

Amber@Munchkin Land said...

Ha Ha Ha. I thought it might go something like that! :o) I started and stopped so many times that Sam decided he wanted to do it and do it for good. You make me laugh. Good luck on the transition into big boy pants. I took Sam to the store and let him pick out his own big boy undies and I feel that helped along the process because he didn't want to mess his up his dinosaur undies. :o)

Anonymous said...

Potty training stinks!! It was the only part of having little ones that I hated. Sooner or later, in the case of my kids-later, it eventually does happen. It is something that they have the control over, so if they don't want to do it, there is nothing you can do to make them. (you will also face this attitude when they are teenagers!) Hang in there!
from a distance

The McKennas said...

POtty training is so much easier when they are ready and it is not forced. I started Kaleigh a little after her 2nd b-day and she was totally not ready and it was exhausting. Just after her 3rd b-day it took just 4 days and we really haven't had an accident since. Just wait til they are ready!

Chastity said...

I tried to train LG right before age 2. She pee peed in the potty the first time, and I thought how wonderful and easy it was going to be. Fast forward nearly a year, and she still wasn't potty trained. At 2 years and a little over 8 months, I decided I couldn't just keep waiting for her to be ready, because you know that's what everyone always says..."wait until they're ready". I bit the bullet...said no more diapers PERIOD. I bought a chart, because I'm a visual learner and also a teacher by trade, so charts and smiley faces are in my blood. Each day we started new with a new line on the chart. She got a smiley for any time she went #1 or 2 in the potty, and a sad face if she had an accident. If she got 5 smileys in one day she got a treat at the end of the day (anything from 3 M&Ms to an ice cream cone)...sad faces didn't count against her. Each day got a little better, with a few random regression days mixed in...overall, it took about ten days. I will admit that leaving the house was a little scary at first, but I just put a towel in her car seat and had lots of extra pants and undies in the diaper bag. (We still haven't tackled sleep time...I'm not that crazy)