Saturday, July 17, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Lesson #1
In the past few weeks I've been potty training Calvin. So far it's been.... messy, what can I say?
We tried a few months ago, with him standing up, but nothing came out. Then my friends told me that I'm supposed to teach him how to pee sitting down, and when he masters that he can try it standing.
So I bought two potty pods. They're these soft cushy throne-like potty chairs. The first time he tried it, he peed. I thought, awesome, this is going to be easy. And in a way it is.
I don't have to bribe him. He likes stickers fine, but he doesn't see the connection between getting stickers and peeing. What really motivates him is being able to pick up the little pee pot and pour it into the toilet and flush. (I know, that's supposed to be my job, but he wants to do it.) So we were both in the bathroom. I was sitting on the toilet and he was on his potty chair.
Then, quick as a flash, he said, "Good job, Calvin," stood up and poured the pee right on my lap! I couldn't get up fast enough!
This other time he finished and just flung the pee towards the toilet, like a monkey, and of course, it landed on my shirt.
So we're getting there. It's a couple notches messier than changing diapers. I welcome advice.
We tried a few months ago, with him standing up, but nothing came out. Then my friends told me that I'm supposed to teach him how to pee sitting down, and when he masters that he can try it standing.
So I bought two potty pods. They're these soft cushy throne-like potty chairs. The first time he tried it, he peed. I thought, awesome, this is going to be easy. And in a way it is.
I don't have to bribe him. He likes stickers fine, but he doesn't see the connection between getting stickers and peeing. What really motivates him is being able to pick up the little pee pot and pour it into the toilet and flush. (I know, that's supposed to be my job, but he wants to do it.) So we were both in the bathroom. I was sitting on the toilet and he was on his potty chair.
Then, quick as a flash, he said, "Good job, Calvin," stood up and poured the pee right on my lap! I couldn't get up fast enough!
This other time he finished and just flung the pee towards the toilet, like a monkey, and of course, it landed on my shirt.
So we're getting there. It's a couple notches messier than changing diapers. I welcome advice.
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