Trying Again

November 13 2009

Posted in: Daily Life

Last Thursday, Buzz refused to wear his pants. The boy obviously doesn’t hold any body issues, because I don’t think I’ve seen him happier than when he’s streaking through the house loudly flaunting from every angle “MY BUTT!”.

The boy really likes his butt. And my butt. And your butt.

I put his pants back on over and over again. Probably at least 15 times. It was so often that I found myself contemplating a belt of duct tape, if we had any on hand. Then, I decided to cease fighting it. Maybe I can work this to my advantage, I thought. I pulled out a pair of Spiderman underwear and we headed to the bathroom. Let the potty training begin! Again!

Yes, Buzz is 3 and a half and still in diapers. In my defense, potty training is a pain in MY BUTT! (as Buzz would say). Don’t look at me like that, we’ll get there eventually. Preferably before he enters high school.

We spent more than an hour camped in the bathroom. It seemed as if he knew what he should be doing. He sat on the toilet. He grunted a few times, but nothing happened. He tore a tiny sliver of toilet paper and pretended to wipe. Mostly, he laughed and played behind our shower curtain. Or tried to give himself a swirly.

After spending all that time in the bathroom, he ran out and promptly urinated a puddle on the bedroom carpet.

I wish I could hire a Potty Trainer. Maybe Potty Training Boot Camp (I can just imagine a big, burly soldier screaming in the face of a small child “YOU WILL PEE IN THE POTTY, BOY, AND YOU WILL LIKE IT”). Because this? Kinda sucks. I know I’ve been through it once before with Jedi, but that doesn’t mean I know what I’m doing. Here’s to still remaining hopeful that he’s out of diapers by high school.

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Potty Time

July 15 2009

Posted in: Daily Life

At a little more than 3 years old, we are just now beginning the prospect of potty training Buzz. I would have introduced the idea earlier, but I was waiting for his speech to progress. Plus, we seem to have lost Jedi’s old potty chair. There for awhile, Buzz was on a fast track to being the only kid in high school still in diapers because we couldn’t remember to buy a new potty chair.

The first Saturday after we bought the chair, I let Buzz run around sans diaper for a few hours, chirpily asking intermittently, “Do you have to go potty?”. He’d run in, sit down, and then promptly run back out again like a game. This went on until he peed on my bed, at which point the diaper returned and we called it a day.

This morning, I thought I’d give it a try again. I stripped him down and enthusiastically sat him on the potty. At which point, he grabbed his pajamas from my hand and ran out of the room crying. I found him sitting on the floor, frantically putting his pants back on.

This isn’t going to be easy. On the bright side, at least he’ll be potty trained before high school. I hope.

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