It wasn’t until I started to write this post and looked back at posts from last year that I realised that our potty training saga has been going on since last June. We wanted to get him out of nappies last July, but in the end, it was Easter this year when he cracked it. We had some attempts again when we were in South Africa in January, but we did not want to push him. By Easter though, we wanted to get him potty trained, especially since he was shortly about to turn four.
So we went on the potty offensive. We said that while preschool was closed over the Easter holiday, there would only be nappies at night, that he would have accidents but that that was part of learning and that he would have much more freedom without daytime nappies. And then we stuck to this.
He was not best pleased to be made to wear “big boy pants” all day long and on the first day we had two or three accidents. But on day two, there were only two accidents and days three and four, he had it pretty much cracked.
He had to be led to the potty some times and reminded others, but we had been doing potty training-lite for so many months that he knew the procedure already.
That was at home, however; the big test would come when he was back at preschool.
And do you know what? We had some clothes come home in a bag for the first week or so, but that was only to be expected. After a couple of weeks, we were only bringing home clothes one or two times a week, and the following weeks, we’d get a bag of clothes home once on a bad week.
The best part was how proud he was of himself after the first couple of weeks. He is the youngest in his group (of mostly girls) at preschool, some of the others being almost a year older than him, so he was the last to be potty trained. This was a big moment for him.
The funniest thing now is that he is often seen walking around holding his crotch, even when he does not need to go. It’s like living with Marky Mark in his Funky Bunch days… (Remember before he became Mark Wahlberg the actor?)
I’ve been loathe to write about it before, in case it jinxed it in some way, but now I feel a little more confident that he knows what he is doing and that he is proud of what he has achieved. Days with accidents are few and far between now and we did what we wanted and got him out of nappies before he turned four.
Now we just need to work on getting E potty trained too…
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