I’m a planner. It’s kind of hand-in-hand with the ‘recovering Type A overachiever’ description that you see in my headline bar with the booty sniffing cow.
I have a spreadsheet for what we need to pack when we go on vacations. I write down a list of weekly meals when I’m preparing my grocery list. I make a ton of notes in my phone so that I don’t forget about doctor and dentist appointments.
Since Jack turned two in February, I had planned to start potty training over the summer. I figured that timing would be great since he’d be the right age, shorts are easier to pull down and I would be spending some additional time at home with vacations.
I bought two potty’s (one for my mom’s house) a couple months ago and have pretty much ignored them since then. We occasionally talk about them with Jack in vague terms like, “oh, when you’re bigger that’s where you’ll go pee.”
No big deal.
I had on my list to read some potty training books, have him pick out some big boy underoos and maybe buy some sort of sticker chart… because that’s what you’re supposed to do, right?
Well, much like Jack didn’t feel like waiting for his due date, he obviously didn’t really give a damn about my potty training schedule.
Jack started daycare about a month ago (blog post coming soon, I promise) and some of the other kids sit on the potty throughout the day. Jack does not.
Saturday morning, Jack wandered over to me and told me that he needed to peepee on the potty.
Um, okay, whatever you say kid…
So, to appease him, we walked upstairs to his bathroom. He helped me pull down his pants. I removed his diaper. Then, he sat on the potty like he’d been doing it for years and immediately peed. It’s possible that my eyes bugged of my head. When he was finished, he reached around to grab a piece of toilet paper, handed it to me and waited expectantly.
WHO is this kid?!
After I gave him a little wipe and disposed of the mess, he wandered away and asked to brush his teeth. It was SUCH a non-event that I almost didn’t believe it happened.
A couple hours later, I asked him if he wanted to use the potty again and boom… he jumped right on and did his business. In fact, all weekend he used the potty at home and only had a couple wet diapers (except for nighttime, of course). He’s not doing quite as well at his Mimi’s house (my mom), but yesterday he woke up with a dry diaper and used the potty first thing in the morning.
A couple of my Facebook friends said pretty much ‘they know when they know,’ but I’m still waiting for Jack to run over in his drunk-baby style and tell me that he’s been punking me.
I have no idea if this is permanent. For all I know, he’ll lose interest and go back to wetting his diaper. However, as long as he’s down for it… well, I guess we’re potty training. I figure I’ll kind of wing it though and just follow his lead. If he wants to use the potty, cool. If not, no biggie. I’m not really sure what we are supposed to do while we’re out though — do you bring the potty with you? Or maybe he is supposed to somehow balance his kid-sized heinie on a grownup-sized toilet?
Have you potty trained a kid? Was it the fight-to-the-death that I was expecting or did it just happen one day like they’d taken a secret potty training online class?
PS. Within about 2 minutes of posting this, I got a text from my husband saying that Jack was NOT interested in getting on the potty today. So maybe it’s over as quick as it started…