I'm not sure that this is appropriate blog fodder, but since I figure the vast majority of my readers (all twelve of you) are moms (you know, except for my husband and maybe my dad occasionally), I might as well share my story.
I've already mentioned a few times how Levi (now 25 months) is completely uninterested in -- nay, completely opposed to -- using the potty. We talk about it a fair bit, but his answer to "do you want to sit on the potty" is always, unequivocally, NO. A few times this summer, I've taken him (and the potty chair) out on the back deck in the nude, hoping that he'd eventually let loose and I could at least say, "there! That's what you will do in the potty some day." I tell you what, this kid can hold it: no matter how long we stayed out, he came back in as full in bladder as he went out.
A few days ago, Levi spotted some M&Ms in a Ziploc bag in the cupboard and proclaimed, "blueberries!" (And to think I voted for the purple M&M, back in middle school.) We chuckled; Isaac shot me a sly grin and told Levi that he could have a special blueberry as soon as he went pee-pee on the potty. Still, Levi declared he did not want to try.
Yesterday, he was being squirmy during a diaper change, and the following conversation ensued:
me: Levi, you need to stay still while I get your diaper on.
Levi: Blueberry.
me: What do you need to do to get a blueberry?
Levi: Potty. [Or, something resembling "potty" that started with a "p."]
me: That's right, you need to sit on the potty. Do you want to sit on the potty now?
Levi: NO.
And so I figured this would continue for quite some time. But today, after playing (naked) in some bowls of water out on the deck, Isaac asked Levi [just to clarify, Levi was naked, not Isaac] if he wanted to sit on the potty before he came inside, and he said YES! A breakthrough! So my dear husband sat on the deck for 25 minutes, reading "My Potty Book" over and over again while I brought out a glass of orange juice to spur him on.
Ladies (and possible gentleman), I am pleased to announce that my son has successfully used the potty.
And then he came inside to get dressed and proceeded to pee two glasses of orange juice all over my kitchen floor.
Oh well. The important thing is, he was finally willing to sit there long enough to have something (not enough, but something) happen, and he got his blueberry.
A blueberry with an M.
I've already mentioned a few times how Levi (now 25 months) is completely uninterested in -- nay, completely opposed to -- using the potty. We talk about it a fair bit, but his answer to "do you want to sit on the potty" is always, unequivocally, NO. A few times this summer, I've taken him (and the potty chair) out on the back deck in the nude, hoping that he'd eventually let loose and I could at least say, "there! That's what you will do in the potty some day." I tell you what, this kid can hold it: no matter how long we stayed out, he came back in as full in bladder as he went out.
A few days ago, Levi spotted some M&Ms in a Ziploc bag in the cupboard and proclaimed, "blueberries!" (And to think I voted for the purple M&M, back in middle school.) We chuckled; Isaac shot me a sly grin and told Levi that he could have a special blueberry as soon as he went pee-pee on the potty. Still, Levi declared he did not want to try.
Yesterday, he was being squirmy during a diaper change, and the following conversation ensued:
me: Levi, you need to stay still while I get your diaper on.
Levi: Blueberry.
me: What do you need to do to get a blueberry?
Levi: Potty. [Or, something resembling "potty" that started with a "p."]
me: That's right, you need to sit on the potty. Do you want to sit on the potty now?
Levi: NO.
And so I figured this would continue for quite some time. But today, after playing (naked) in some bowls of water out on the deck, Isaac asked Levi [just to clarify, Levi was naked, not Isaac] if he wanted to sit on the potty before he came inside, and he said YES! A breakthrough! So my dear husband sat on the deck for 25 minutes, reading "My Potty Book" over and over again while I brought out a glass of orange juice to spur him on.
Ladies (and possible gentleman), I am pleased to announce that my son has successfully used the potty.
And then he came inside to get dressed and proceeded to pee two glasses of orange juice all over my kitchen floor.
Oh well. The important thing is, he was finally willing to sit there long enough to have something (not enough, but something) happen, and he got his blueberry.
A blueberry with an M.
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