Last month I mentioned (here) how we were beginning the potty training process despite my complete lack of readiness. Nate suddenly showed a lot of interest in the toilet and I felt that we had no choice but to go along for the ride and see where it took us. I didn't want to miss a magical window of opportunity and end up rewarding him with fifty dollar bills at age ten for every potty deposit (like my parents did with me). So I got him a stand alone potty chair with trains(!) on it and it was a big hit.
And so things have been going pretty really well over the past few weeks. (With the exception of my distaste for cleaning out the pot. Why is it so much grosser to clean a pot of poo out than it is to wipe smears off a baby butt?!) He would tell me when he had to go, I'd help him off with his diaper and after reading a few books his business would be done. It was going so well that my sister joked that he should go on Ellen as the amazing potty trained baby. But in reality there were plenty of days where he would forget about it all together since I wasn't prompting him in any way. I started wondering if I should be doing more.
I picked up a few books from the library, including Pantley's The No-Cry Potty Training Solution: Gentle Ways to Help Your Child Say Good-Bye to Diapers. After reading a bit and taking a readiness quiz, I decided to kick things up a notch. I got some "big boy diapers" (pull-ups) to signify a change in routine and a Sesame Street potty seat that goes on the big toilet because of the gross out pot factor. All of the wise mothers I know seemed to start out with the attached seat and had advised me to do the same. I also began asking him if he wanted to sit on the potty at appropriate times.
I thought nothing could be worse - as far as potty training goes - than cleaning out that pot. Well I was wrong. You know what's worse? Having your toddler find the new potty seat so enthralling that he wants to get on it, stick his hands in the bowl, and get off it, and back on it and flush, and then off it, then pee all over the floor and then flush and get back on it and use MORE TOILET PAPER! and then off it again to sit on the other potty seat and then back on the big toilet... all. day. long. CALGON!!! And keep in mind that since we don't have a stool that's high enough yet I was lifting him on and off every two seconds. It was making me dizzy and taking every ounce of self control to remain calm and positive.
I should have just left well enough alone with the little stand alone potty chair. Silly me for thinking I could possibly cut down on the bodily fluids I clean that aren't mine. My fingers are crossed that the excitement of being on the big toilet will wear off in a few days. But I don't know how realistic that is. I mean, it's never worn off for me.