Go away so I can poo. I will read Curious George.

For a few weeks now the small boy has been throwing me out of the bathroom so he can wipe his own bum in private. (He's not very good at it, though, so unless it's immediately before bathtime I still have to do one wipe.) Today he threw me out before he was done (but after two stories and a great deal of action in the pot). For the past few weeks we've been encouraging him to do things "all by himself" (because he's in that phase now with everything) and walking him through the steps. "Take your shoes off, then take your shorts and undies off, then get your step stool..." It was quite lovely to sit on the couch and listen to him read Curious George out loud, even if it did just last two minutes.

I don't like to poo at school

"Here Mommy, I don't want these french fries. I don't feel well. My tummy hurts. I want to go home and poo poo. I don't like to poo poo at school."

I suppose it wasn't too surprising, given that he's been holding it in all day for nearly a year now. This past week he has been saying he needs to poo and getting up and heading to the bathroom all by himself, as well as throwing me out at the end and wiping his bum himself. He still holds onto his wee until you take him, though. It's just a matter of time, though; probably when he finally has all his teeth.

Look no pants! (Or puddles...)

I took the plunge last night and sent the wee man to bed without a pull-up on. He woke up twice to wee on the potty, and several more times to visit the booby bar (strep throat being nasty and all) and then woke up nice and dry and made a big wee in the toilet. Hurray!

Figuring out the nights

The small boy had his second birthday last week, and with a new year comes a new beginning. Two nights in a row, at his first waking his dad went in and he was dry initially, but wet by the time I got my bum in there. Last night daddy decided to try him peeing on the toilet, which actually worked, but there was a bit of crying involved. The small boy just doesn't like bright lights and cold toilets after the comfort of mommy's Tempur-Pedic knock-off bed.

Tonight I substituted the potty for the toilet, which had fewer tears and a quicker return to happy sleep for the small boy. It was quite a fantastic wee, too. No wonder he wakes up crying. He has typically been dry after this first wee until morning, but I'm not ditching the pull-ups any time soon. (Because it's no fun having wee in your bed.)

All by himself

A few weeks ago I heard a din in the bathroom and went to have a look and Johnny had his trousers and undies on the floor, his toilet seat on the toilet, and was climbing up. Twice this past weekend I walked in on him with his step stool up against the toilet, seat up, on step stool, trying to get trousers down to have a wee. He's been out of nappies in the day for about 6 months now, and will be 2 in three weeks time.

Update

Things are going really well. We got a $5 step stool and since then it has been much easier. Having to undress him from the waist down for a wee was really getting annoying (just dropping his drawers meant his penis pointed upwards and I got an unwelcome spraying) and success on the home front has translated into an overnight success at nursery.

When the experienced teachers left, suddenly my potty trained at home and previously at nursery son was having up to three accidents a day. They keep a time record of toilet breaks on the daily sheet, and when I noticed a pattern of accidents being 20 min after a toilet break I had it sussed that he wasn't weeing when being sat on the toilet. They protested that he was and it was "just Johnny" to have an accident 20 min later, but after agreeing to do standing up toilet breaks for him, he instantly stopped having accidents. (Well, there was one last week, half an hour after waking up for his nap, three hours after his pre-nap toilet break, which you can't really fault the little guy for!)

Poos are much quicker now, too. He asks to sit down when he needs to poo and just gets on with the job. This may be because I took all the toys and books out of the bathroom so we'll take one or two books or toys in with us, and that's it. He's definitely a home toilet kind of guy, and it took a lot of coaxing on day four(!) to get him to poo at my cousin's house. Since then he has gone at his Grandpa's (though we discovered the hard way with a less mild case ourselves that he had rotavirus at the time!) and his friend's house.

In the past week he has been taking his own trousers and undies off, as well as putting them on (two legs in one hole or backwards stylee) and finally succeeding in putting his shoes on. He hasn't dropped his drawers in connection with going to the loo except yesterday at his friend's house, when we turned around to find him naked from the waist down with a big puddle on the kitchen floor. It was quite bizarre and totally out of character. I hotfooted it over when I caught him later in the living room with his pants around his ankles. (Thank God as it's carpetted and that was when he made a poo!)

Time to wee like a man

I'm getting increasingly frustrated with the half hour toilet sessions, especially the ones that don't end with a poo. The puzzles are going out of vogue, and books are definitely in now that he's learning the (entire) alphabet and starting to recognise words. (By "words" I mean, "cow" and "moo" which he sometimes confuses.) When the reason for the half hour toilet breaks began to look more like "Mommy will read to me for half an hour" than "Oh boy I'm having a hard time making this poo" enough was enough. It also helps that he can now mostly distinguish between "I need to wee" and "I need to poo." Another motivator is that he's in jeans now instead of shorts, and so toilet breaks mean removing shoes, trousers, undies, etc. and it's getting to be quite a faff, especially on-the-go.

He has been weeing standing up outside from just about the get-go, and has been weeing sitting backwards on adult toilets when out and about, so the natural progression was to meld the two at gymnastics last week when they conveniently had a step stool in the bathroom. We now do these at home, too, when I'm just Frankly Not In The Mood to sit for half an hour on the cold metal bathtub which is uninsulated and exposed to the elements in the crawlspace under our house.

Teething regression

I cleaned up two puddles yesterday (one in the morning, the other in the evening) and Johnny came home from nursery with two bags of soggy clothes. I already cleaned up one puddle today, but that's probably because he had a massive wee in his nappy just before waking up, which leaked and wet the bed, so I didn't put him on the toilet when we woke up. I'm sure it's not helping that h is becoming very forthright with "NO!" but then toilet training isn't a race, is it?

Nevertheless, I'm blaming it all on the two molars about to erupt through his bottom jaw. He was positively charming at bedtime last night, but woke up three times before we went to bed (got drugs on the last one) and then nursed all night long, which he did the night before, too. This morning, after stripping him down to the buff, we lay snuggling and he took my finger and shoved it into his mouth so he could have a good chew on it. Thanks, Johnny, but Mommy already got the memo. Anyway, if he doesn't want to spend time sitting on the toilet while his teeth hurt, I suppose that's his prerogative, isn't it?

As evidence that it was all me...

... Johnny had accident-free days on Monday and today. In fact, this afternoon he went several hours without a wee. I got off from work early and we went to the zoo and his last potty trip was 3:40 pm and we didn't get home until 6:15pm. I'd asked him multiple times if he needed a wee (no) and dropped his drawers three times ("No Mommy") and fully expected a puddle in the car seat but he was perfectly dry. He didn't even pour his water all over himself in the car.

A bit of a regression this weekend...

... and I mean me, of course, not him. I've had to clean up a few puddles because I've asked if he needs to wee, and of course he's answered "no" because that's the only answer he gives to question. "Do you love mommy?" --No. "Would you like a cuddle?" --No. "Is there any reason Daddy shouldn't roast you on a spit and feed your bones to Inja?" --No. "Do you need to wee?" --No. I say I've regressed because in the past I wouldn't have taken no for an answer, or even asked a question, I would've said "Let's go make a wee." I suppose my excuse is I'm a little tired and I've been taking advantage of the fact that for the first time, he is amusing himself without burning the house down. I even got to unpack the dishwasher and clean the kitchen yesterday while Kurt had a lie-in!

I was taken a bit by surprise when he was in his nappy ready for his nap and playing with his toilet toys in the lounge and made a poo. Grunt grunt... "Are you making a poo?" --No.

First dry night!

Holy cow. DH was remarkably underwhelmed.

... make that weekend!

Wooo hoooooo!

First 100% accident-free day

Does that mean he's officially potty trained now? (Well, during the day, anyway.)

Cracked Nursery...

If nursery won't notice my cues for poo... ... I'll just save all my poos for home, thankyouverymuch. Just like his daddy.

He's down to an average of one accident a day at nursery, which is rather fab. Still coming home with three wet pairs of undies, because nursery still hasn't figured out that you have to take his undies all the way off so he can get his legs around the loo and not pee all over the floor/his undies, which are currently a convenient splash guard.

No accidents at home today (nearly 4pm) though in a nappy for nap, which is running late due to monster molars. Had him almost asleep at 11:15, but he objected so strenuously to me removing my boob (which he wasn't doing anything with) that he was Wide Awake and Not Going Back To Sleep Thanks. Have consequently changed plans three times. We were going to go look at the animals at the fair, but then didn't think he'd last, so decided to go to the zoo, then he went back to sleep and now as it's nearly 4pm and the zoo closes at 6pm, we're looking like heading to the zoo again!

A rant against Gina Fording

Gina Ford must've been in cahoots with Pampers or Huggies or someone because as near as I can tell, she's to blame for this wave of potty training kids at close to three. There are a number of things that really bother me about this pervading methodology.

1. It is not based on the child's development.
Sure, there are "signs of readiness," but you'll have a hard time convincing me that these "signs" first manifest conveniently around summer holidays. It's such a disservice to so many parents to say that their child is incapable of learning how to hold it for the loo until they can remove their own clothing, and ask in a full sentence. There is no link between mastering those skills and mastering the skill of not peeing or pooing your pants. There is, however, a link between mastering those skills and a parent not having to do much to help the child use the loo.

2. It assumes that development occurs in giant leaps, instead of on a continuum.
Well, I'm sure that development does have several steps to it, but anyone who's had a child whose sleep is disturbed by developmental leaps knows that kids don't learn and master a new skill in a day or a week.

3. There is no accounting for the fact that some children are not adaptable.
... which is ironic given that Gina Ford is the Queen of the Schedule. Surely she understands that it's difficult for a child to adapt to a sudden upending of the status quo? It genuinely upsets some kids' applecarts that suddenly they are no longer ALLOWED to wee/poo where they've been doing so their entire life.

4. Not wallowing in your own excrement is its own reward.
I mean honestly, aren't you more motivated by not having to sit in a puddle of your own wee until someone gets around to checking your nappy than by a star on a chart or a chocolate button? And why oh why, is a poo worth two chocolate buttons but a wee only one? That is one hell of a weird value statement right there!

Forget if they're ready... are you?

I've been reading Mumsnet and I really need to stop. It has made me realise something though, and that's that potty training readiness has nothing to do with the child, and everything to do with the parents. If you're ready and you have reasonable expectations, it'll be a success.

Still pooing in his pants at school...

... but spent Tuesday and Wednesday in undies and only went through one pair. (That's right, the one he made a poo in.)

We started introducing the potty sign to help the teachers discern when he needs to go, but I think it's a bit late. He can do the sign perfectly well, but just doesn't sign when he says "wee wee" because it's been so long now that he's just been using the word. Oh well. He so much prefers to poo on a toilet I'm sure he and the teachers will get it right one day. (Soon, too, if they keep him in undies!)

Getting better at school now

Three in the can today at school, and none on the floor at home. (Unlike yesterday, typical because his great-granny arrived.) Poo still going in the nappy at school, unfortunately, which does make me feel a little sorry for the poor guy. He really much prefers to get it into the toilet and hasn't done one in a nappy at home in quite some time. Still, I'm not sure what they'd make of him waving bub-bye to his poo. His dad taught him that in the early days, and I can picture him as an adult, unable to flush one down without at least mentally going "bub-bye poo-poo."

Completely clean & dry morning

Well, the first wee was a near-miss, standing in the bathroom with toilet ready, as I pulled the nappy off there was a wee fountain in mid-spout so I pulled the nappy back up before putting him on the toilet. Since then, though, there have been two poos and three or four wees, all upon request, and a pristine pair of undies taken off for the naptime nappy. In the past we've typically caught the first wee, but the second one has taken all three of us by surprise.

My favourite one was wee number two, which came so quickly after number one that Daddy declared he was lying. Sitting backwards on the adult toilet seat, he proved Daddy wrong.

Edited: He was dry until 4pm, one wee around 5pm in his undies that never left a mark. Such a Big Boy today! His great granny will be so proud when she arrives on Tuesday.

Spoke too soon?

Well, the euphoria of normal poo always in the toilet lasted a total of two days before the onset of teething tummy from hades. The poor boy was literally screaming in pain when his daddy wiped his bum after a torrent in the toilet last night, and then screaming in pain when landing in the bath, during nappy changes (despite liberal application of Butt Paste) and until his ibuprofen kicked in. Not surprisingly there have been a few in the pants, but still at least half in the can, so still doing well despite a dodgy tum.