Potty Story #1
I titled this “Potty Story #1″ as I figure there will be many more to share down the road (although it should actually be more appropriately named #2). I would also like to dedicate this post to my darling sister-in-law, Molly, who is still getting used to the frequency with which my family seems to talk about bathroom behavior, specifically at the dinner table. Hopefully this will be a little more bearable for you Molly, given its about a two-year-old.
Henry has started showing some “signs of readiness” so we thought Christmas was an appropriate time to give him a shiny new potty as a gift. We explained what it was for, let him sit on diapered and not, let his stuffed animals sit on it – all the recommended no-pressure introductions. So one afternoon when we saw him make the recognizable face that meant he was trying to work something out, we casually asked if he wanted to try to use the potty. Surprisingly he said he did, so we all went into the bathroom. After a couple minutes he filled it up, and not just with a small little nugget. It was huge. It was adult sized.
All three of us were pretty amazed at this accomplishment, so there were a lot of cheers and high fives. Henry was clearly pleased with himself too which seemed like a great sign. We’ve heard that friends have had success with M&Ms as a reward, which just happen to be Henry’s most favorite treat ever. So, in celebration we told him he could have M&Ms because he went on the potty. He also asked for a cookie too – sure why not kid – you are a rock-star and you just made plenty of room for it!
I think this is right where we went wrong.
Following this foray into potty using, we continued to ask him if he wanted to go. Every time the answer was no. That’s okay, no big deal. We’ll try again when you’re ready. So before nap-time a couple days later, I asked if he wanted to try. He said yes, and sat there for a while, but with no results. I assured him that it was a good try and put him down for a nap. He went right to sleep so I headed downstairs. About a half hour later I heard him awake on the monitor. It sounded like he was jumping and cheering. I went to his room to remind him it was time to sleep, and found him standing in his crib with a full stinky diaper, cheering “Yay!” As I began to change his diaper, he continued to cheer for himself. Then he said “Mommy, MMs, cookie?”
Trying to suppress the laughter, I explained that the M&Ms and cookies were just for going on the potty, not in your diaper, to which he cried and screamed “No!” Clearly he was disappointed by the news that every poop isn’t a celebration.
I guess he’ll just have to wait for the next family dinner.