We’ve been getting ready for this day for weeks! Learning, reading books, talking openly and honestly about our feelings. We even bought clothes for the occasion.
What’s our special day?
POTTY TRAINING DAY!
I have normally trained my kids in a few days-two to three at the most so there is the possiblity that this could be the last week of diapers EVER inmy house. Think -7 kids, and this may be the last one. *blissful sigh*
I may make us a cake.
(yes, I know that other countries potty train at 4 months or earlier-I was trained at 9 myself, but we were in Brazil and I had constant rashes. So sue me, I hold out for 2.5)
Yeah, I’ve read those stats about starting them when they’re a few months old. You know how old they are when they’re “reliably trained?” (Definition: you know for a FACT they won’t go in their pants, ever.) Two and a half to three years old.
So let’s break this down. You start at six months and train for eighteen to twenty-four months, and you get a two-and-a-half year old who doesn’t wet/soil himself.
OR…you start at two and train for six months for the same result.
Call me crazy, but I vote for the shorter training span.
Me? When they were three-and-a-half/four, I waited for a hot, sunny day, took away the diapers, pointed at the toilet and said, “Go in there or go on the floor. If you go on the floor, YOU clean it up.”
No accidents.
It worked for us. *shrug*
**snort** That is just about how I did it although I bought pretty girl panties in my daughter’s case and nifty looking big boy panties for son. I put them in a drawer they could get to. They could not wear them unless they went on the potty and got rid of the diapers. I took them to preschool and let them play with others for 2 weeks. Then I said no more school unless you go on the potty. Daughter said fine and was trained that day. She was 2. She never had an accident. She was trained, period. Son was different. He always had his own timetable and still does although no one has a clue as to what it is. Each day he would come and tell me that he was still thinking about it. It took 2 months of him telling me that every day until he told me one morning, Ok I am ready. Get the pants. No more diapers. He was 3. Diapers went out of the house that day and never returned. Again no accidents.
So far so good! Only one accident!
Well?
I’m potty trained. Where’s my cake?
You get cake for sure K! And chocolates, and cookies, too.
Ferfe-we had to stall the training becuase of trips to the Zoo and other places, but we’re working on it again today!