Langston’s almost three and a half. He can tell me, when he’s in the bathtub, that he needs to get out to get his diaper. He can even hold it until he gets his diaper on. He’s also the only child in the mother’s day out class who’s not potty trained. I knew it was time for potty training, even though he has no interest in using the potty. Any time we offer it to him, he firmly says, “NO!”
I’ve had it planned for a couple of weeks. This weekend was going to be the perfect time for us to potty train Langston.
We didn’t have the big kids this weekend and our calendar was surprisingly clear. Perfect, right?
Apparently Langston didn’t really like my little plan.
I started first thing Friday morning with Langston and took off his diaper. He ran around in a t-shirt all day.
I gave him extra juice for breakfast and once again around mid-morning.
The first time he needed to pee, he started walking around the house, holding himself. I kept telling him we needed to go to the potty and even went to set him on it, but he quickly got right back off.
I moved his little potty in to the living room and set it right in front of the TV. He’s never had any interest in sitting on it, but when I saw this, I thought we were making progress.
He didn’t sit for long, but he did go back to it several times.
Finally, he was holding himself saying, “I need a diaper” over and over. I took him to the potty and again he got right back off.
Eventually, he started to pee a little and I rushed him to the big potty and sat him on it. He cried and I told him I would help him. He yelled “no” and I practically had to hold him on the potty as pee was flying. Riverson even got hit by it because he insisted on being right in the middle of things.
Langston kept crying and when I helped him point it in to the toilet, I kept cheering for him and telling him how proud I was of him. As he finally relaxed, his crying quickly turned to happiness and pride and he finished the job, in the potty!
We hurried out of the bathroom (after I cleaned up the pee splatter) and made phone calls to his daddy and a couple of grandparents.
After Nap Time
I hoped he would come right out of his room to get me right after he woke up and we would go straight to the potty together. He DID come straight to me when he woke up, but when I went to take his diaper off, it was warm. He had just peed. Great.
I took his diaper off and gave him plenty of water. While I was sitting on the sofa, I was looking away from him for about 15 seconds when I heard something fall on the floor. He was backing away saying, “Ew, that’s gross.”
I peeked over the ottoman and saw what I feared to find. Yep, he pooped on the rug. Ugh.
I quickly went to get it cleaned up and when I came back to make sure it was all cleaned off of the rug, I stepped on the rest of what I missed, WITH MY BARE FOOT!
As I limped out of the living room to get myself cleaned up, he laughed at me. I was not amused!
By this point, Riverson was ready to get up from his nap. This made things a little harder because they wanted to run around and play. It was harder for me to watch his every move and look for signs that he needed to go potty.
Nevertheless, I took him to sit on the potty several times over the next few hours, but he just kept getting right back off after about 45 seconds.
He continued to walk around holding himself.
The boys were both sitting on the sofa watching a movie and I walked in to the kitchen to get a quick snack for myself.
Just as I was about to turn the corner in to the living room, I heard what sounded like water spilling.
As I got to the doorway between the kitchen and living room, I saw a stream of pee going from his body, up in to the air and landing on the middle of the sofa cushion.
I didn’t know how to respond. My body wanted to scream but I kept my cool.
He looked at me with fear on his face and said, “You need to clean that up.”
I was done.
I wanted to cry.
It’s a little depressing to feel like a failure, but this potty training business has definitely defeated me, at least for now.
I put a diaper on him, threw the cushion covers in the wash, fed him dinner, and put them both to bed.
He’s apparently not ready, so I guess we will try again next month.
It’s safe to say I will never be writing a book on potty training tips.
I’m so jealous of the moms whose kids WANT to use the potty.