20 July 2010
A year ago, as Presley was approaching his second birthday, I started my preparations for potty training.
I bought potties, toddler toilet seats, toddler steps, a potette travel potty (with liners) and loads of pants. I got that Gina Ford book out of the library and completed her checklist of 'is your child ready?' questions. No was the answer, mostly.
The potties have sat in the lounge all that time, gathering dust. Every now and then the boys have sat on the potties, without nappies, more as a game than anything. The potties are as yet unchristened, but have been filled with all manner of toys.
It was the last toddler group today, so we've had in mind that now would be a good time to start the dreaded potty training. The idea being that we could live outside for a couple of weeks and any accidents would happen in the garden, where we have a hose. Sadly the hosepipe ban coincided with the Heavens opening and it has poured with rain everyday for what seems like forever.
We've been talking to Presley, now nearly three, about going without nappies and using the potty, or the toilet - like Mummy and Daddy. His response has always been 'not today'.
Apart from today.
*inset dramatic sound effect here*
Today Presley asked for his nappy to come off. He asked to do a wee on the toilet.
We turned Andy's office upside down looking for the toddler toilet seat and the toddler step. We dusted then off and placed them in the downstairs loo. We all watched, wide-eyed, as Presley perched on his throne.
We waited, we encouraged. I nearly cried with disbelief and pride. My boy is growing up. Cash said he wanted a go next. What? No! I can't cope with both of you needing the loo at the same time!
I think poor Presley got stage fright. There was no wee, although he did flush the loo twice and giggle hysterically as he got a wet bum. He clambered off and said 'no nappy now'.
I am so not ready for potty training. The pants are still in their packets, so I chickened out and told Presley that pull-ups were pants. He looked nervous so I told him it didn't matter if he did a wee because they were a bit like a nappy. I know, not my finest mummy moment.
He's now having a nap, in his 'pants'.
Someone help me! PLEASE!
My mind isn't functioning, I'm not well, I'm confused. I can't work what to do.
Seriously, what do I do at night? Do I put him in a nappy? Do I put him in pull-ups and leave a potty by his bed? Do I tell him to come and wake me up if he needs the loo in the night? I really don't know.
Argh, I suppose we should take the sides off his cot bed. Do we put a gate on his room or do we let him roam?
All advice gratefully received. What worked for you? HELP!