Mommy and Daddy are well trained in carrying a half naked toddler to the nearest potty and begging for him to try every fifteen minutes.
We tried using a timer. Quickly, we realized we created a Pavlov situation. If the timer goes off on the microwave, listen for running water and 'uh oh Pee Pee'.
Break out the bleach. Let's clean that potty again.
If you enter through our garage, the guest bathroom is what you will face. Hubs arrived home from work the other day and was faced with turds on the floor. Half naked toddler on potty seat. Screaming baby. Mommy with wipes not knowing where to begin.
Poor guy (hubs) has it bad. All too often he comes home and the little guy's head starts spinning. They are automatically at each other. It's a epic battle to get them outside for an hour or so of playtime. With PT, it's a whole new battlefield. Limp toddlers are difficult to place in a seated position. Hubs laid him on the bathroom floor. He checked on baby and returned to find the little guy in a pee puddle. Playing. Playing in a puddle of urine. Where was mommy, you ask? Upstairs. Finally changing out I her pajamas to go on a much needed jog.
At first the pull ups were great. He went to the potty regularly and mommy had a little security blanket for outings. Smart boy, just started using them like a diaper and refusing to use the potty.
Yea. Yea. Yea. Boys are tough. We've given up before. How do we keep going?
New potty charts.
New stickers.
We are going to need new towels.
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