I briefly
mentioned in this post that Colton had moved up to a new Toddler class at his
daycare and they are beginning potty training.
Truth be told,
there are some in his class that have the whole going-to-the-potty thing
nailed, but they are a few months older than Colton too.
Honestly, I don’t
know if I am ready for potty training yet…LOL!
I mean, he only turned two on the 5th of this month.
One milestone at
a time please ;0)
No, seriously though, I
am glad that he’s got a teacher that is so gung-ho about the whole potty
training process.
From my
experience with R.J., I know that if you’ve got a teacher who’s willing to
instill the potty training basics and encourage your child every day, combined
with a parent/parents following up and reinforcing it all at home, it usually winds up
being the golden ticket to potty-dom!
With
Colton though, so far potty success (as far as actual pee in the bowl) has been an
accomplishment he has chosen to share only with his beloved Mrs. Bailey at
daycare.
At home, it usually goes
something like this:
Colton (grinning
as he’s saying it): “Momma, tee-tee.”
Me (with
excitement): “C’mon, Colton, let’s go to the potty, okay?!”
Colton (with
even more excitement): “OH-kay!” (He loves
to say that word back to you when you say it)
And onto the bathroom we proceed, take off his bottoms, grab the kid-sized toilet seat,
put the step stool in front of the base of the toilet (on which he proudly
climbs up), and then he plops down, gets himself into proper seating position
(even takes his sweet little finger and places it on his you know what so it
points down into the commode), and…
N-O-T-H-I-N-G!
Unless you count
the microscopic strands he manages to pull off of a single sheet of toilet
paper, creatively massage in his little hands, and then drop into the bowl as something.
Otherwise, it’s
nothing.
Well, I guess
that’s not really true because we do get some precious smiles and “so very proud of
himself” expressions that are just priceless.
See…
And, yes, we still
do encouraging and praising for him being a big boy by getting on the potty and
trying to go "tee-tee", etc., but thus far to no avail.
Am I worried
about it? No.
Am I stressed
about it? No.
(I've got plenty of other things to be stressing about...like my cellulite for example...)
Am I still
willing to play the potty game with him for every one of his “tee-tee”
requests? Yes.
However, the
next time I think I’m going to grab me a good book on the trek to the bathroom
(I would grab some "reward" m&m’s, but I’d wind up eating them all instead).
At least this
way, no matter how long it may take him to actually produce something in the
toilet, I can just sit back, relax, let him do his toilet paper origami and all
will be right with the world as far as I’m concerned.
When he’s ready,
he’ll be really ready, and in the meantime I may be able to catch up on some of
the reading I’ve been meaning to do…LOL!
