This post is about potty training and everything that goes along with it. You have been warned.
I have two sets of two kids. The Big Kids are 20 months apart. Five years later, we had the first of the Little Kids who are 16 months apart.
The Big Kids were nightmares to potty train. We were first time parents, reading all the materials, talking with the pediatrician, watching for all of the signs that said that our son was ready. We started when he was two. It didn't take. We tried again at three and he was finally fully potty trained sometime after his fourth birthday. I potty trained that kid for almost two years. We started with his sister when she was almost three years old. She is now eight and a half and is just barely, barely, dry during most days. She still has some days when she will have an accident and she wets the bed every. single. night. We have seen the pediatrician, counselors, a urologist; everyone says she will grow out of it. The way I see it, I potty trained her for nearly six years. Six years, people. Six years of washing multiple pairs of undies and pants per day. You can only imagine the smell.
Now the Little Kids are potty training age. One just turned three and the other will be two in a few months. Occasionally I'll set them on the potty and occasionally they'll go, but for the most part I ignore the fact that I should be working with them. I've heard it all.
Don't wait too long.
Don't start too early.
You have to be consistent.
Mine trained themselves.
Just wait until they're ready.
This weekend, we visited relatives across the state; a drive of about three hours. On the way home, we took our time, seeing the sites and stopping for lots of breaks. We were on the home stretch, the last hour of the trip when little Jack piped up. "Out!"
"You can't get out of your seat, buddy."
"I'm sorry. I know that you want out but we're not home yet."
A few moments of silence, then, "I poopy."
"Uh-huh. A change a bum."
This seemed highly suspect to me, so I asked big brother Mike to give him a sniff. The verdict?
"He smells fresh."
The little smarty pants was just looking for an excuse to get out of his seat, which I thought was very sweet, endearing and sneaky.
I was sharing this story with my best pal and she said "That kid asks to have his bum changed? He needs to be potty trained!"
She is so right. I'm just prolonging the arrival of that most dreaded parenting landmark: potty training.
The point was further hammered home when, ten minutes ago, my three-year-old walked up to me, informed me that he was poopy and then asked me to change his diaper.
I really need to work on potty training, but my heart is not in it. I wish there was a camp you could send your kids away to and they would come home potty trained.
I need to just put on my big girl panties, put them in big boy underpants and do it, but I don't want to. (Imagine that last bit in the whiniest voice you can imagine, because that's how I say it.) I know that we'll save a bunch of money if we don't have to buy diapers or wipes. Yeah, I'm not green. I guess I'll also be doing my environmental part. Plus it's just ridiculous to have kids that old not potty trained.
I just don't want to!