I am so done with potty training.
We started the whole “pee pee on the potty” routine back in July with our son James, who had just turned 3. We had the books, the sticker charts, the rewards, the go-every-30-minutes method, the Baby Bjorn potty, the seat that fits over a regular toilet seat, the Pull-Ups, the “graduation” to big-boy undies. You name it.
Guess who’s still not potty trained?
He got #1 figured out within the first month or two — for the most part. He still had plenty of accidents. But at least he understood the process: When you gotta go, you run to the potty, pull down your pants, sit down and pee.
But #2? Forget it. Not happening. He fully grasps that we want him to poop in the potty. He simply refuses to do it. Instead, he does the old “I’m just going to hang out over here in the corner, being uncharacteristically quiet, for a few minutes” routine. Minutes later, he comes up to us and says “I pooped.”
I dealt with too many gross underwear moments to count, finally relented and went back to Pull-Ups.
So here we are, eight months after we started potty training, with a boy who still poops (and pretty much prefers to pee) in his diaper. *INSERT LONG SIGH HERE*
Today, I tried a radical new approach: No pants.
(To be clear, I tried this approach on him, not me.)
Here’s my theory: The one and only time James pooped in the potty (yes — there was that one slightly miraculous occasion) occurred when he was running around pantsless.
Maybe, just maybe, having no barrier at all will trigger his 3 1/2-year-old brain to say “Hey! Buddy! Why not take care of this poop and pee business on the potty already?”
Of course, I already have one report from the sitter that he weed a giant puddle on the hardwood floor this morning. Followed by a time out. So far, no pants is no good.
I’m at the end of my rope. This boy needs to be potty trained already.