the story of how my child potty trained himself

Note: I decided to do the potty training post. There are “potty” words in the post. If you don’t care about reading any of this, then just skip on over. Apologies in advance. 

Now that this is out of the way…

Any of my friends can tell you that I was so stressed about the idea of potty training. When Hudson was just over two years old we gave the “3 day potty training method” a good two-day try. And then I lost my mind. And my patience. And Hudson just wasn’t getting it. And the last thing in the world he ever wanted to do was sit on the potty. Especially sit on the potty every 15 minutes.

There was never a moment when he came to get me to tell me he needed to use the potty. So we stopped potty training, put on some diapers, and promised to revisit it.

At Hudson’s two year old well visit, his pediatrician told me that we needed to serious about potty training or completely potty trained by his three year old well visit. We didn’t exactly meet that deadline. Hudson turned 3 on June 5, we had his well visit on June 15th, and then on June 28th we went to my parents’ house.

I decided to just tackle it while we were with my parents. Because Hayes is just all over the place right now, I wanted an extra set of hands for a couple of days so Hayes didn’t have to spend the whole day standing in his crib while I sat with Hudson in the bathroom.

When I got to my parents’ house, my dad and I went out and bought a little seat that sits on the toilet. I didn’t want to use a little potty seat. So we got the little seat for the toilet, a step stool, and lots of character underwear.

On Monday, July 2, Hudson got up for the day and I told him to say goodbye to his diapers. So we put the diapers away. (We didn’t throw them away because Hayes will totally be using them in a few months.) Then I let him choose which underwear he was going to wear.

He walked around in his brand new underwear. I told him to let me know if he needed to go tee tee.  About twenty minutes later, he came and got me and told said, “Mommy, can you get a paper towel please?”

He had an accident.

So we sat on the potty for a few minutes and he never went. He went back to playing and about thirty minutes later had another accident. We cleaned it up and sat on the potty again, but he never went.

Then he didn’t go again for four hours! He just held it and held it.

And then he pooped in his underwear. I took him to the bathroom and we cleaned it up and flushed the poop. Hudson sat on the potty and then he peed! And he got so excited!

And then he got 5 jelly beans for his success.

So we put the underwear back on and went back to playing. About an hour later, he said, “Mommy! Hurry! I have to tee tee in the potty!”

So we ran to the bathroom, and he sat down and that was it. He got it! He had two accidents at the very beginning of the first day and then he got it. And, other than an accident at our friend’s house that weekend, he hasn’t had another “wet” accident in three weeks!

Now… the poop took a few more days. (Sorry I keep having to say poop.)

Hudson went in his underwear on Monday. Then again on Tuesday. And then he didn’t go at all on Wednesday. On Thursday, we played in the baby pool outside and he was kind of running around the house naked after that. I could tell he was uncomfortable and needed to go because he was kind of whining. I just knew.

So I took him to the potty and just told him to try. About three seconds later it was over. He’d done it! We called everyone to the bathroom and had a celebration.

And he got 10 jelly beans for that success!

And he hasn’t had another “dirty” accident since that day. Now he comes and gets us every time he needs to go. And now he wants us to close the door and give him some privacy. I don’t blame him. Maybe he’ll give me some privacy when I’m in the restroom now.

He wears a pull up for naps and bed time. Sometimes he wakes up dry, but not often. He insisted on wearing his underwear for a nap one day and it went well. And then the next day it didn’t go well at all. So I think we’ll give him a couple of months before trying to jump that hurdle.

So this is what we didn’t do:

  • No charts
  • No stickers
  • No 15 minute timers
  • No sitting on the potty for hours
This is what we did do:
  • Rewarded with candy
  • Waited until he was 3 years old so he could decide on his own that he wanted to do this
Now that he’s been “trained” for three weeks, we don’t really do the rewards anymore. If he asks for it I give it to him because it’s still so early that I still want him to be excited about it. I want him to know that it is still a big deal that he’s doing this.

One of the reasons I delayed so long was because Hudson never ever wanted to talk about going to the potty. When we’d ask him about it he would say, “NO POTTY!” He was not interested.

For some reason, I am more proud of this accomplishment for Hudson than I am about birthing a 10 pound baby!

And one of my fears was that we’d start the training process too early for him and it would go on for a year. I didn’t want to have a year of accidents every time we left the house. I wanted him to start and I wanted it to click. I didn’t want these giant battles.

The truth is, potty training was completely out of my control. All I could do was create a positive environment and try not to stress him out.

I do have a hilarious story. When we drove back from Indiana, we stopped at a Cracker Barrel for lunch and Hudson had his first public restroom experience. I was changing Hayes’s diaper at the changing station and my mom took Hudson to the potty. I could hear him protesting and saying he didn’t want to sit on that potty. And then I heard him say, “It’s working!!!” He was so excited!

So I really don’t have any advice because I think this is just what worked for Hudson. It was an incredibly positive, stress-free experience. I was praying the night before we started that I would have patience and be understanding. And I just prayed that we wouldn’t butt heads.

I’m really proud of Hudson for reaching this milestone and crossing this big hurdle. And now that I’ve potty trained one child, I know that I don’t need to be so scared about potty training another one when the time is right.

 

 

the boy mom's bookshelf

I have a thing for other boy moms. If I hear someone say that they have all boys, I want to be her friend. I want to pick her brain and share stories and laugh and cry and sip Diet Cokes. I just think there’s something that boy moms share.

And today I wanted to share what our favorite “boy books” are. I’ve had to learn a lot of this stuff along the way. Some of my favorite books for Hudson and Hayes were some of my favorite books. But there are a lot of great books for boys that I’d never heard of before having my own boys.

We love to read books, so please chime in and let me know what your favorite boy books are. And if you’re a girl mom, go ahead and list your favorite books, too, so the other girl moms can find them in the comments.

In the beginning, when Hudson was a baby, we read Goodnight Moon about 10 times a day. He loved it so much and still sometimes asks for it. He knew it by heart. Hayes’s bed time book is Brown Bear Brown Bear What Do You See?

The Little Blue Truck is our current favorite. Our boy book flavor of the week, you could say.

How Do Dinosaurs Say Goodnight, How Do Dinosaurs Get Well Soon, and How Do Dinosaurs Go to School (and there are many more of the How Do Dinosaurs… books that I’d love to add to our collection)

Chugga Chugga Choo Choo, not to be confused with Chicka Chicka Boom Boom, which is also a great book that we love

The Matthew Van Fleet books are all great, but we love Dog and Heads

Two great lift-the-flap books are Elmo’s Big Lift and Look Book and Little People Let’s Go To The Farm

If You Give a Mouse a Cookie and If You Give a Cat a Cupcake (We have all of the books in this series, but these two are Hudson’s favorites)

Of course we love Green Eggs and Ham and my childhood favorite, The Cat In The Hat Comes Back

Eight Silly Monkeys

The Jan Pienkowski books were favorites of mine as a kid, even though the pop up illustrations are kind of scary. Hudson loves Dinnertime and Little Monsters

This Is My Tractor is lots of fun and has a little button that makes a tractor sound. Fun!

We also love all of the Karen Katz books and the Fiona Watt “That’s Not My…” books for babies. And Hayes’s current favorite book is Brown Bear, Brown Bear What Do You See?

So, boy moms, what are you favorite books? We need more animal, dinosaur, and transportation books. And girl moms, share your favorites, too!

 

I'm a boy mom

Boy mom.

I hear this title used a lot. It’s not a title I ever thought I’d have. I always imagined myself having two girls and then having a baby boy. You know, when I’d play M*A*S*H in school and plan out my life with a mansion, a Ferrari (just like the one in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off) and my two girls and one boy.

I’ve been writing this post in my head for so long and I’ve just been afraid to put it all down. But I do want to talk about it.

When I first got pregnant with Hudson, I was convinced I was having a baby girl. I only browsed the girl aisles in stores and was looking at bows and sweet shoes. I would talk with my mom for an hour on the phone every day and imagine my life someday having the same conversations with my daughter.

And then we found out that we were having a baby boy. My first thought, if I’m being honest, was, “I don’t know anything about little boys. What do they like?”

But I figured it out. I figured out that he is mine and he is a perfect little person who has crazy wild moments and super sweet tender moments. After a day of letting it set in that I was not having a girl, I finally understood that the gender just did not matter at all. I mean, duh. This should be obvious, right?

With Hayes, I just always knew that he was going to be a boy. It was just a feeling I had. I knew that Hudson was going to have a brother and they would (hopefully) become best buddies. Hayes is so different than Hudson was because he, too, is his own little person. But I wanted him to be a boy. I knew that if another little boy was anything like Hudson, it would just be the best thing in the world.

I was talking with a friend the other day. She’s a boy mom, too. And we discussed the part of being a boy mom that is “hard.” It’s the pressure from other people. And there’s the “loss” and mourning of that future mother/daughter relationship when I’m 50 and I’m an empty-nester.

Because I’m in the social media world a lot, I get to eavesdrop on conversations. I have seen so many sweet friends announce their pregnancies and then announce the sex of their baby. And, I honestly don’t think I’m making this up, I see a lot of people say, “oh! I hope it’s a girl!” And that really hurts this boy mom’s feelings. Why would someone else hope that the pregnant gal would be having a girl? Why wouldn’t someone want a boy? What happened to just wanting a healthy baby?

And what about these statements from a pregnant celebrity/girl mom?

When I got pregnant with Hayes, I felt this strange, unspoken pressure/hope/rooting from other people for him to be a girl. A lot of people said, “I know this is a girl” and when I did announce that he was a boy, people even said, “don’t worry, baby number three will be a girl.”

My friends aren’t saying this to be rude. And there may always be a place in my heart that I have reserved for a daughter. But if I have four boys someday, I will be happy. And maybe I will even be spoiled by them someday?

I know that if I don’t ever have a daughter, my life will still be complete and wonderful and full of happiness.

I read this article and felt like someone finally got my thoughts out there.

I adore my family and I adore my boys. The sweetness mixed with the hilarity can’t be matched and that has nothing to do with them being boys. It’s just because of who they are and who they’re growing up to become.

I’ve said before that I want what my own mom and I have with a daughter someday. And I may always want that if I don’t have a daughter. And if I never get to use my girl name that’s on reserve, I’ll just buy a fish and give it the name!

Kidding.

Maybe.

I often feel the need to shout from the rooftops about how wonderful boys are. I know that prom planning, wedding planning and grandbaby planning won’t be as much fun without a daughter to keep me in the loop and gab with on the phone for hours, but believe me. I am counting my blessings. My precious guys are everything I have prayed for my whole life and never knew it.

Tonight, we were playing hide and seek in the house with my mom and Hudson. My wild boy was having the absolute best time. The smile on his face as he ran through the house just made my heart explode. And later in the evening, when he had calmed down some, he was sitting in my lap and we were singing songs. He accidentally hit me in the face and I pretended to cry. (I know, that’s kind of mean.) But he immediately said, “What’s the matter, Mommy? I’m sorry, Mommy.” Gah. My heart.

Are there any other boy moms who have felt this way? Has anyone ever looked at you and laughed because you have all boys? (If not, consider yourself lucky) We can even discuss the annoying boy clothes that mostly look like teenage boy clothes or a costume. What’s with all the writing on everything?

I was talking to my friend, Molly, the other day and I have decided that if there is a baby number three, I’d really like to not find out the sex before he or she is born. It’s truly the last real surprise! I think it would be so much fun.

Thanks for letting me get this off my chest.

now that I'm a mommy…

I say things like, “Because I said so” and “go to your room.”
I find myself counting to three and taking deep breaths to avoid confrontation with family members.
I know how to change a diaper in random places and can finish by the time Hudson counts to “ourteen.”

I know the value of observing nap time even when your toddler isn’t actually sleeping.
I always know where the wooden spoon is… just in case.
I know that disciplining my child really does hurt me more than it hurts them.

I don’t judge other mommies when their kids are crying in public. Kids get tired and have an off day. Most of the time the mommy can’t help it.
I definitely don’t judge other mommies with screaming babies on airplanes. It makes me grateful that mine aren’t screaming, but I’ve had the screaming baby before.
I still judge mommies who let their kids run around a restaurant and don’t make them sit in the high chair. I can’t help it.

I blog because I like it and it’s a fun hobby.
I also blog because it helps me buy cute clothes for my kids. And sometimes fun things for myself!
I see most of our money go into retirement and college savings. And another big chunk pays for all different types of insurance.

I realize how lucky I am to be responsible for two precious people.
I sometimes miss the carefree days when I could be as wild and free as my 2-year-old.
I am lucky to get a shower.

I have a commitment to only attempt to leave the house once a day to save sanity!
I have chosen to be a stay-at-home-mom and “staying home” is exactly what we do.
I sometimes wonder how in the world I got here. I am a mommy?!

I have to remind myself to have dance parties in the living room at the end of the day to unwind. But after we do it, we’re so happy!
I listen to Disney tunes in the car and know every word to “Jimmy Crack Corn.” So does Hudson.
My kids’ health and happiness is my long term goal. I force myself to look at the big picture. This is why I’m okay with a little bit of crying in the night.

I’ve lost some of my sense of humor because I get tired and stressed. My husband and my funny kids remind me to laugh and stop taking life so seriously.
I am confident that I can fight a bear for a little while.
The fear of being thrown up or pooped on is gone. I can survive that.
I am afraid of no diapers and having poop or pee on my floor! Can I survive that?

I get dirty outside and know how to get stains out of white jeans!
I play the way a little boy likes to play with trucks and animals and monsters.

I know that there is no love like the one I have for these two little guys

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