Last year Henry and I went on a special date to buy a potty. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of toilet training for fear we’d scar him for life so we ‘casually’ visited Baby City, followed by the pet store. I got the most boring potty possible, even though the pretty, coloured, monumentally-expensive ones looked nice.
The plan was that we had no plan. I wanted a potty in the house in case Henry took an interest but as he wasn’t even two yet, I didn’t want to push it. I thought maybe his own personal pee pot might spark something in him. Maybe he’d be one of those kids who just wanted to go on the potty – you know, pretty much toilet train himself. Other mums would be all stressed out over poos and wees and I’d be like ‘Oh you poor things’.
That potty has lived in our bathroom for over six months and it gets about as much attention as our half-dead houseplants. As Henry approaches two and a half, lots of his friends are in the throes of toilet training. Some come to playdates in their undies and there are a few accidents but lots of success stories.
How is Henry doing? Henry couldn’t care less. He’s taken mummy’s casual approach and run with it. He’s taken the potty and run with it – right out the door! Here’s a wee (tee hee) rundown of Henry’s time spent with his potty. Expert readers will note that I have not included any instances of doing number ones or number twos.
- One hour spent filling it up with small plastic treasure found in the kitchen cupboards, then emptying them all out and refilling, over and over and over.
- Minutes spent encouraging Elmo to sit on the potty, but not before insisting mum puts a nappy on Elmo first.
- An age spent sitting on the potty fully clothed and bum shuffling up and down the hallway.
- Three moments of weeing on the floor and then using the potty to cover up the wee, always followed by a proud look.
- One freaky moment of using it as to hit his sister in the head.
- Two separate occasions when he got out of the bath to sit on it, pushed till his face went purple, hopped back into the bath and did a major code brown in the water (with Annie in there!)
So I will not be your go-to gal for advice on toilet training, but I will share with you stuff I’m learning as we go. I’ve done a seminar and bought a book about a pirate going potty, as well as a sticker chart and 100 pairs of knickers with robots and dinosaurs on them. I’m going to keep the casual approach so I don’t end up being that mother who’s chasing her kid around the house, frantically waving the potty and scaring the poor bugger totally… well, shitless! Sorry, couldn’t resist.