For the first time today, Will agreed to forego his Cars pull-ups and just wear his underwear to school. On Tuesday he’d gone to the potty twice with his beloved teacher, Ms. Amber, and he was confident about doing it again. (As I mentioned in an earlier post, he’s been peeing on the potty at home for months, but absolutely refusing to go with his teachers at school.)
There is something almost magical about finally managing to graduate one kid from diapers (well, except for the one essential nighttime diaper) just as we are beginning the diaper cycle all over again with the wonderfully odorless mustard-colored poop of a breastfed infant. Still odorlessness is about all that’s wonderful about newborn poop, since it comes so frequently that I feel like I’m changing diapers every hour. There must have been some higher power looking out for me, saying, “This woman can’t handle two diapered kids. She just might go berserk.”
Actually it’s Rob’s dad, Will’s “Papa,” who says he deserves some credit for Will’s progress. I didn’t realize it, but while he was loading Will up on pecan waffles at the Waffle House and strolling him through the mall in the run-up to Owen’s birth, he was also having long discussions with Will about his new role as a big brother and about how big brothers poop on the potty.
When I told Will on Tuesday that I wouldn’t be able to take him potty at school anymore because Owen and I wouldn’t fit in the little bathroom with him, he didn’t seem at all disturbed. We talked about how excited Ms. Amber would be if he peed on the potty with her, and I caved in to the briber within me again, and promised him a few bites of fruit roll-up before his nap if he decided to take the plunge.
And the deal was sealed. Goodbye to those overpriced pull-ups, which are really no more than glorified diapers and did nothing to speed along potty training for us. (If you’re still in the throes of diaper training, try some sexy Elmo underwear as incentive for your style-conscious toddler, as well as some cotton training pants to make accidents and clean-ups less traumatic. We got some Luvable Friends training pants from amazon.com.) An especially sturdy, tall foot stool that gives our short-statured Will a place to rest his feet while he poops helped with that portion of Will's potty training (little poopers experience more discomfort with dangling legs). We stole ours from his Aunt Alicia's laundry room after discovering how much more magical it was than our shorter wooden footstool at home.
If you have any potty training tips or stories, please share.