Subject's Name: Gavmiester
Subject's Age: 20 months
Gender of Subject: Male
Prior Experience: None
Other information: The Gavmiester is number 3 of 3. He comes from a long
line of potty knowledge from watching his older siblings do the
"business" daily.
Special Training Agent: Aimee (A.K.A Classified: Mom)
Age: Rather not say
Gender: Female
Prior Experience: Has successfully potty trained 1 boy and 1 girl using two
drastically different approaches while employed. Will see if this time around
as a work-at-home-mom will have any more advantages?
Other information: Despises potty training but realizes that it has to be
done either now or in college!
Background:
Aimee has successfully potty trained her two prior children- the boy whom we
will call "Bubba" at 2 years and 4 months. And a girl- named
"Diva DeVill" at 20 months.
These are their stories:
1st Attempt: Bubba's first attempt at potty training was at 18 months old.
I
knew EVERYTHING about parenting- that was until I became a parent myself. I
thought that since he could walk and occasionally talk that he could be potty
trained. That failed miserably and ended in tears on my part. He was clearly
not ready and neither was I.
Second Attempt: A few months later I tried again around 23 months. He had
all the signs that every darn potty book claims: knows when he has to go, knows
his potty body parts, hides when he does his "business", can
communicate his wants and needs, likes to organize things, and on and on and
on. But he was stubborn and was never good with change (nor is he today at
5 years of age.) This time I took on the "keep taking him to the potty
when I "think" he has to go" approach. Well, let's just say that
every single time I did it was very frustrating! Why? I would sit with him,
read him potty books, run water, and sing potty songs. After about 15 minutes
we both got tired. I would put his diaper back on and sure enough 5 minutes
later he would poo or pee in it! Seriously. I grew exhausted, mainly because I
was about 5 months pregnant at the time and he became more discouraged with all of his failures. It was
not a good time for either of us. Timing is everything- regardless of what all the "signs" say.
Third Attempt: Bubba was 2 years and 4 months old and his newborn sister was
about 3 weeks. I went from changing a little itty bitty newborn tush to
changing (what looked like) a monstrous huge hinny! I couldn't do it anymore
and most importantly I didn't want to pay for two sets of diapers! That was it-
I had to do something! I picked up every potty book known to mom and read. One
that inspired me the most was
Potty
Training For Dummies . It was my Bible of Potty
Training. I also took advice from Elmo and his DVD
Sesame
Street - Elmo's Potty Time. Together we were unstoppable- or
were we?
What worked for me: I set aside one weekend and called it "Potty
Boot-camp." Well, I told my son it was simply "potty weekend."
My son's very complex personality was one issue that I had to tend to while I
planned for this weekend. I made a reward chart, purchased his favorite
character underwear and stocked up on his favorite candy for a reward. And yes
I did reward with candy- not a fan but it sure does work! It also helped to
quarantine him to one room in the house where he was allowed to run
freely with no pants on! No pants? Yes- it is so much easier for the both of us
to see when he was going than it was to guess when he went!
He was stubborn and I wanted the party to start. I allowed him to drink as
much watered-down juice, water and Freezy Pops as he wished. The more
"accidents"- the more tries- the more successes. I did this from sun
up to sun down. I focused the entire weekend on him and nothing else. I made no
issues about his failures but threw huge cheer-leading bashes for every
success. Yes there were messes, a little bit of set-backs and some feuds. But
guess what? In one weekend I successfully trained my little dude!
The story of Diva DeVill. My little angel is a totally different person. She
has a
very strong can-do personality. I would love to say that I potty trained
her, but truth is I didn't entirely. She did most of the work and I was there
to supply her with Skittles. The only thing I can say is that I prepped her by
introducing the small potty (which she did not use because she went straight
for the big one) and read her potty books before she climbed on the toilet
herself and went. So yes, there are freak stories like this one out there.
Child #3- The Gavmiester is different than the two above. But I will save
that for another day.
So, if you are new to potty training and are looking for advice, or are pro
and just needs to laugh at someone else as they go through it... again. Please
join me as I capture the ups and downs of potty training yet another child!