Yesterday, we started potty training Stephen. It went really well!
. . .For the first hour-and-a-half. And then it fell to pieces.
We were all set. Stephen and I shopped for undies and gummy bears--both his selection. We got home and tried on all 15 pairs: Thomas, Lightning McQueen, Monster Trucks. He loved them! He went potty 3 times in 90 minutes!
After nap, we headed back to the potty. He dutifully sat for several minutes while we sang songs. Nothing doing. I let him off; he ran directly to the corner and peed on the floor.
Eighteen hours, eight accidents, and but two successes later things were looking grim. Stephen still wanted the Big Boy Underpants, but no longer wanted to have anything to do with the potty. I've talked with four different adults now who all had the same message for me: quit now. Try again in a month.
That is exactly what I plan to do.
This was supposed to go so much better.
The potty train has been derailed.
2 comments:
I add my vote for waiting another month! I made J sit on the pot for an embarrassing long time, waited 3 months and then it took 2 days! Good luck!!!
It's times like these that I wish I could just hire a nanny to take care of all of that! Give me the 19th century gentile woman life where I can play with the kids and have someone else do all the dirty work!
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