Potty training.
Just the words send shivers down my spine. I’ve done it two and a half times now. The half being because I am in the throes of it now. So I thought I would share with you some of what I have learned from my years of experience.
First:
Boys are easier to potty train then girls.
Period. I’ve trained both, boys are easier.
People swear that girls are, I’ve heard it at least a hundred times. Girls are easier. It’s a lie. It took two years to potty train Willoweve. For Xavier, I have to be honest the exact details are hard to remember, but I know that we bought him underwear on the Christmas before he turned three and he was completely potty trained by the time Willoweve was born in March. We’ve been working with Quinn for three days, Today he stayed dry all day. Not that he is totally potty trained, but, I suspect it will be less then two years.
Second:
It takes longer to learn to pop in the potty then it does to pee in the potty. This never made sense to me but all three of my children have learned to pee before they learned to poop in the potty.
I remember Xavier would pee in the potty for over a month before he learned to poop – for him it was about sitting on the potty though. He learned to pee standing and he REALLY did not want to sit on the potty. So he would tell me to put a diaper on him, poop and ask me to change him. We had to do this elaborate thing were we told him, ok, you poop in your diaper but do it in the bathroom. Then ok, but do it sitting on the clased toilet, then, ok but do it sitting on the open toilet. It did work though.
For Willoweve it was that she didn’t recognize and understand the urge to poop. Occupational therapy was her route to potty training. God Bless Occupational Therapists.
Quinn stayed dry all day today. His only accident was when he pooped I guess this just doesn’t surprise me anymore.
Third:
Every child is different. Enough said.
Fourth:
I love my kids. They are wonderful.
Fifth:
There is a tiny bit of melancholy that comes with potty training Quinn. It is the end of his baby hood, the beginning of his preschool years. He gave up his boppy, now he will be out of diapers. My baby is growing up. My last baby, is growing up.
Ok, Melancholy over – VERY soon I am going to be able to stop buying Diapers.
Praise GOD. Our budget will love it.
Very soon, I will not have to change poopie diapers.
Praise God.
So tonight I am very proud of my children for all learning to use the potty.
That is all I have to report from the trenches of potty training.
No potty training today.