1. He pees in the toilet.
2. He hunkers down into various corners of the house, alone,to take his daily BM.
3. He has recently started taking his own diaper off and wiping himself up if I don’t catch him first.
He shows all the signs of a little guy ready to be diaper-free.
SO THEN WHY WON’T HE FRICKIN’ POTTY TRAIN?!?!?
Okay, I’m calm. I just needed a moment. I’m back.
This little boy of mine, all 3 years of him, is driving me to the brink of insanity. I’m about ready to cross over to the “other” side. The side where everything is rosy and marshmallow fluff. He does this to me. It’s like a little game with him. I’m one toe into the loony bin and then Jack will totally redeem himself by running and using the potty without one bit of pushing on my part. And I think to myself, “This is it! It’s clicked. He is TOTALLY going to get this” as Ihelp him pull up his underoos.
And then five minutes later I find him hiding behind the couch peeing into the vent. I know. Gross.
Exit: Normal Life. Enter: Crazyville.
What am I missing? I’m pretty sure Jack understands what’s happening here. He knows he goes potty on the toilet, he gets a prize. Shoot, there are some days where that kid runs back and forth to the toilet so often he forgets if he’s going in or coming back.
And then there are the other days. On those days, Jack conveniently forgets that we even own a toilet.
I am wholeheartedly trying to keep the faith. This kid WILL get potty trained. For good. It may take a little bit of pushing and prodding, continued purchasing of Size 5 Huggies and extra laundry loads of little man underwear but WE WILL GET THIS THANG DONE.
I hope. I’m almost certain. Definitely. Maybe.
Love to all, Mindy