You see, children are different. With 6 kids I've done it all, read every book, heard every theory, bought every drink, dispensed every treat, penciled every chart and cleaned up more potty than is descent to discuss in blogland. Some kids wake up and decide that today is the day they want to be big and train themselves (for the record, none of them were mine), others enjoy the training game and play right along.... and there are the "other" ones; THOSE are mine.
So what CAN I tell you about potty training?
- It takes time (just short of forever... but you live through it).
- Naked days aren't just for laundry relief... most kids have an aversion to peeing on the carpet and are more aware of their bowels without the undies. I just let 'em streak for a few days and set the potty in the middle of the room.
- Every kid has an Achilles' Heel. There is a bribe for every child: Cowboy Boots, Barbies, Princess "stuff", Stickers. My 2nd son wouldn't poop on the toilet and drove us crazy until we offered him mini M&M packs for every poop... done! Unfortunately, you don't figure out that bribe until you've experienced every form of desperation.
- Plan on packing a diaper bag again. Only this time it's an underwear bag and it goes everywhere. Pack wipes, lots of bags, extra undies and clothing (don't forget socks... they often get wet) and some chocolate to keep you sane for after you've laundered dirty undies in the grocery store restroom toilet.
- Don't even bother yelling or getting mad. I tell you this hoping to finish this post BEFORE the lightening strikes me. Yelling at your kids just make him/her confused. Love their little stinky bottoms through it. Love 'em while you clean up the mess. Encourage them while you run that 14th load of laundry for the day. Smile at them when they emerge from under the table with a guilty look on their face... just love them because they don't get it when we're mad.
Yes, though it seems like eternity it does pass. It passes sooner than you think and pretty soon those little wet pants are now dry ones entering 8th grade with a size 10.5 men's shoe and 2 inches taller than you. It all passes so fast. So dear readers, I'm off for my last duel with the Storm Poopers and hoping my kid will become DryWalker before I expire.