I'm done potty training. And I don't mean done like 'hooray, we're done!' Oh no. No, no, no.
My fabulous Dora/potty train (get it?) poster is put away, the stickers are hidden, the potty is in the closet. No more. I can't do it. I've begged, I've promised, I've bribed, I've cried, I've screamed, all to no avail. I've even confiscated his two most treasured possessions.
And yet, we still have not pooped on the potty one freakin' single time. Not.one.single.time.people.
So, lest I do something that gets me on the 10 o'clock news with a humdinger of a mug shot, I think we had better take a break. I put a diaper back on him and told him he was a baby. He cried. I'm having trouble mustering any sympathy for the little ingrate.
I've created
this to commemorate my feelings on the subject.
Let's all pray that I'm a better mommy tomorrow...
This too shall pass - my mom's favorite saying, and it's actually true. One day, you're going to wake up and go about your day, and Hatchling will be going in the potty all by himself with no accidents. It's just going to happen. I know it. Hang in there.
If he doesn't get it soon, take his diaper off, and his big-boy pants, and let him go around with no pants on at all for a day or two. Yes, it might be messy, but they potty-train like this in third-world countries, and it works.
Apparently, without the clothing on the lower portion of the body, kids figure out quite quickly when they have to go, and since there is nothing there to "catch" it, they figure out what to do.
(It's a thought - a gross thought, perhaps, but a thought.....)
Good luck!!
Oh, and Lawyerchik, that might work for some kids, but my daughter? She has no problem pooping on the floor. And I got the poop stains to prove it. ;)