5.12.2010

potty time

And thus it begins... the potty diaries.  Who ever knew a mother could be so enveloped, so enthralled, so invested in some dirty porcelain?   Well, I didn't.  But alas, it is time to start this toilet training business and I come to the battle unarmed, but with determination.  Caz, on the other hand, is very well armed with some intimidating...nay, deadly, weaponry.  And he knows how to use it with brute force.
  
We're going Euro-style, so our house has become a veritable mine field of puddles and the occasional stink bomb... praise ye, oh carpet-less floors.  Okay, let me not be overly dramatic, and have everyone think I've let the apartment turn into a cesspool. But we have made the un-American choice to go diaperless several hours of each day.  Supposedly it will help Boogs become more aware of his bodily functions and it definitely keeps Mommy's awareness of all-things-potty at a constant high.  In other countries, almost all children potty train between 18 and 24 months with this method, as opposed to our 36+ month trend here.  Of course, this choice does result in more cleaning on Mommy's part, in some ways at least.  But let me assure you, scooping #2 off of a hardwood floor is actually much easier, and less involved than scraping off mashed implosions on a mini-behind.

And, so far we've had several accomplishments on the field.  First- a little background: almost since he could sit up, we've been sitting him on the potty seat when we catch him in the act (and there's only one act that's easy to catch).  So, going potty in the potty is nothing new- it's the self-initiation and consistency we're shooting for here.  Anyway...

Victory #1- Two weeks ago Caz came up to me and said "teetee" (which prior to this instance wasn't in his vocabulary) and he pointed to show me the puddle of teetee he'd just created in the living room floor.  I was overjoyed.

Victory #2- A couple of days ago after waking from a nap, I asked "Caz, do you need to go potty?" and without hesitation, he marched into the bathroom and stood by the toilet.  Overly excited, I sat him on  his little seat and then watched (with tears in my eyes, mind you) as he teeteed in the potty.

I won't bother listing any "setbacks" or "regressions" like being pooped on yesterday... we'll just keep our minds sunny and our heads up.  And so, our plight continues...onward ho Potty Warriors, onward ho!