getting ready for potty training | what worked for you?
Whether or not I am ready, this little boy has started to potty train himself.
[13|52: peek-a-boo on the potty]
I admit, I’ve been avoiding potty training.
The thought of it used to cause me absolute dread. I guess I’ve pictured being chained to the potty ’round the clock, changing wet sheets in the middle of the night (every night), doing mounds of laundry from “accidents”, and pulling over on the side of the road in busy traffic for a potty stop behind the car because we just can’t quite make it home.
Dramatic, I know.
But until recently, the mere thought of potty training has made me want to break into a cold sweat, curl up into the fetal position, and eat a package of Oreos with my eyes closed.
I know it’s irrational to be so intimidated by it, but that’s just the truth.
The funny thing in all of this is that I used to think Levi would never potty train. (Well, not “never”, but you know what I mean.) He could go all day with a poopy diaper if I let him, and not care about it in the slightest. I wondered how he’d ever switch over to noticing it or being bothered by it (one of the readiness indicators).
I lamented that he’d surely be so hard to potty train and built the whole thing up in my head to something monumental. (As if parents the world over haven’t been potty training their kids for thousands of years. Hello woman, get a grip.)
But all of a sudden he’s almost potty training himself. He uses the little red turtle several times a day, and never leaves without peeing in it (often pooping as well).
Now that Judah’s a little bit older and “easier”, I’m nearly ready to commit and actually take this thing all the way. After all, so far it’s been really easy. It usually goes something like this:
Mama: “Levi, do you want to go potty?”
Levi: “Big poop?”
Mama: “Okay, let’s go try.”
Levi: “Mommy big poop?”
Mama: “No, Mama doesn’t need to poop right now. You can though, if you’d like.”
Levi: “Yeah! Big poop!”
And he does. Simple as that. At least a couple of times every day.
(By the way, we have no such thing as a small or medium poop these days. They are all “big poop”. Ha!)
I’m thinking I’ll probably do it by immersion – just a really focused weekend of doing nothing but potty training and some play in between potty trips.
Then again, I could probably just continue as we’re doing now and he’d easily learn by gradual weaning from diaper to potty the more I ask and give him opportunity. I mean, he’s already pretty much doing it on his own, right?
Dear friends, tell me: baptism by fire? Or slow goes the tortoise? Did you do a gradual, gentle approach to potty training? Or did you jump in the deep end and do an intensive few days? (And were you as irrationally frightened of it as I am??! Ha!)