Welcome back to Thursday, with The Noise of Boys and Home on Deranged taking turns with our True Tales from the Pink & Blue Trenches series. We’ll pick a topic each week about trying to figure out just what is the difference in raising boys (mine) and raising girls (hers) and share our thoughts with you.
This week, it’s Home on Deranged talking about one of the best parts of raising children: potty training. Turns out, it’s not like house training a dog. Apparently, kids have a mind of their own. Who knew? (To see Jodi reveal her secret to success with the help of dad and jelly beans, see last week’s post here.)
You read about it. Sometimes you even hear about it. You recognize that it’s part of the wondrous joy that is raising children. But until you’ve run the gauntlet of potty training, you never fully appreciate what your parents/grandparents/daycare workers/babysitters went through to get you to use the potty.
Then we tried the “Potty Time” dvd from our good friend, Rachel, at Signing Time. She never led us astray before. She helped us learn colors, letters, numbers, animal names and even food names. Potty Time, as expected, was full of fun songs, dances, jokes. We learned to flush, wash our hands and more.
But it wasn’t enough.
We tried the reward system. Stickers, candy, toys, sunflower seeds, even money. Nope, not interested.
Sweet cajoling? Did that. Visiting the potty at regular intervals? Yep, did that, too. But the potty just isn’t as interesting as you might think it is. Or is it? Because here’s some pictures that indicate it’s pretty darned interesting.
We started trying to potty train Annie many, many, many months ago. She’d sit on her potty while I was, and she even managed to go one time. One. Time. Then she rebelled furiously. She wouldn’t tell you she needed to go or had already gone. She would run screaming from the room if you asked her if she needed to go. And when she did agree to sit for a little while, it looked something like this:
Then, she got really interested in the goings-on in the bathroom. She’d stare at me as I did my business, offer me toilet paper, flush for me, tell the water, “bye-bye,” then wash her hands. She had many of the key points. Just one fine detail missing.
Then one day, I happened upon this scene:
Have you lived through the drama and the trauma that is potty training? What secrets or tips would you give to parents suffering epic fails? Share your thoughts with us in the comments because clearly, we need help!
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