A few weeks ago, I was changing the Mini’s diaper, and I lamented to him that he had, what we in this house refer to, as a “crayon sleeve.” You know, the butt looks clean, but you wipe 6,000 times and still get poo.
Fast forward a couple of days and the Meester is changing the Mini’s diaper and the Mini says to the Meester:
“Daddy, I have a crayon in my butt!”
Kids, I tell ya.
One of the Mini’s teachers once told me that the two things she feared the most in regards to child rearing is potty training, and teaching her kids to drive, and boy, there was never a truer statement right there. Granted, the Mini will be 3 in March, so he is still young, but I have dreaded the thought of potty training this kid. Every person I know with a boy, has told me the hell they’ve gone through trying to get their kid to go on the potty. It has scarred me and I’ve been putting off even starting.
There was a period of time where he was waking up from his naps dry, so one day, I decided to try my hand at letting him sit on his little chair with a cup full of whole juice (rather than watered down, as we would normally give him). And OH, the DRAMA that ensued from that one episode. You’d have thought we were beating him with chains.
I know there are the types of people that believe in potty training boot camp. Where, you stay home for a week, and strip them down, to just underwear, taking them every hour.
That would not work in this house, especially these days where everything is “NO, I DON’T WANT TO!” Which is followed by kicking and much screaming.
Then there’s the other type who gradually sit them on the potty and ease into it slowly.
At this point, I’d prefer the former, but I know it would be a giant disaster. We’re dealing with an incredibly smart kid, who still has problems communicating, and add extreme stubbornness on top of that, along with a dash of not wanting to man up to the responsibility to actually have to think about stopping to go.
Which leaves me at a loss. The bottom line is that it’s a control issue and I can’t make him go, but even if I could, I have no idea where to start. All I know is that I’m over having two kids in diapers.