A few
years ago, when I was thinking about potty training JD, I was advised by
someone to wait until he was 3 - "boys are a bit slower with these things,
don't want to try before he's ready". Well, I happily and gratefully took
this advice on board, and waited until I was "gently prompted" by his
nursery that perhaps I might like to tackle it over the summer.
He's been
100% sorted for a couple of years now, I was very lucky with him... despite a
few accidents here and there (mostly with number twos - uuuggghhh), he was
quite quick to learn and figure the whole thing out. I did recently wonder why
JJ had so few trousers passed on from JD, and I realised it was because I used
to just throw them away if we'd been out and about and had an accident!
hahaaa!
Fast
forward 3 years... Mr JJ... my little scally-wag who either doesn't fully
understand what I tell him, or just stubbornly ignores me (probably the
latter), he's still waddling around in nappies! He turned 3 back in May and
I've still managed to put it off. In fact, here's some amusing proof of him
wearing them where he got caught on our fence whilst trying to use his
ninja/monkey skills to scale it:
(yes,
this is the stuff of embarrassment with future girlfriends 😉)
At first,
it was "oh he's not 3 yet... I don't want to rush him", then it was
"well... we've sold the house, I don't want to leave a house smelling like
wee, also he might digress after a big life change", then "we've just
moved, I'm too busy unpacking and getting the house sorted", eventually, a
few weeks after moving, I did have a go at it...
I let him
potter around the garden in a t-shirt and pants ("let them just go
outside... they'll soon notice when they've got wet pants and legs" I was
told - HAH!)
I asked
him every 5 mins or so "do you need a wee wee?" "No fanks
mummy", I had the potty right there outside with him, "do you need a
wee wee sweetie?" "No fanks mummy", I stayed outside with him
for a lot of the time, "do you need a wee wee Joey-Jo?" "No
fanks mummy", I try putting him on the potty every 10-20 mins, "do
you need a wee wee yet?" "No fanks mummy"
(Am I
conveying the monotony of it yet?)
I go
inside for 2 mins.. come back. Wet pants! Daaammnnn it!!
That's
okay, it's the first time... I'm sure he'll notice the sensation now and be a
bit more aware of it... Nope! A full day of little puddles turning up here
there and everywhere and a very dry potty. Even the bribery of sweets didn't
help.
So I
tried that for 2 or 3 days (felt like an eternity!), and then just give up. I
know, I know... I broke the cardinal rule - consistency, but I was about to
lose my mind!
Anyway...
that was a few weeks ago... he's now been 3 for well over a month, I had
planned to start this week, aaaaand guess who's potty got left outside the
entire time and is now totally unusable?! I even tried to buy one at good old
Home Bargains the other day and no luck. Seriously, is the Earth and Hell
conspiring against me on this one?
BUT the
reason for my blog is that I am going to start
again next week... I'm determined to do this!! He can't start funded nursery
(September) not potty trained! I am going to try that whole, every 15 mins put
him on the potty for at least 5 mins and get him to sit there... maybe get some
colouring to do whilst he's sat there. I'm wondering if my
"in-his-own-head-constantly" little guy is just genuinely clueless
when it comes to what bodily functions even are!
The plan
is that I will write a daily update on how it's gone... I'm not sure if anyone
has much interest in the highs (if there are any) and lows (there will be
plenty) of a potty training journey, but at least it makes me accountable and
ensure that I'm actually DOING it! It's certainly something I will be able to
look back and laugh at.
Wish me
luck!
(also if
you have any tips.. they'd be gratefully received!)
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