On Mother’s Day, at the very end of the night, your father gave you a bath and I read some blogs or something. I heard voices from upstairs, and you came to the top of the stairs and yelled, “Moooooom, I pooped in the potty!”
Best Mother’s Day EVER.
We made a big deal out of it, you got a piece of leftover Easter candy. I thought – finally! Some progress on the potty front!
Except, the next night (because you always poop at about the same time, as one does), I said, “Let’s go sit on the potty, buddy.”
“No,” you said matter-of-factly, “I’m no pooping, mom.”
“Are you sure?” I said suspiciously.
“Yep!”
2 minutes later I wrinkled my nose and sighed in exasperation.
“Xander…if you were pooping, why didn’t you tell me so we could sit you on the potty?”
“I didn’t want any Easter candy,” you explained.
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So. Yeah. That is what we’re dealing with. I do think you “get” it, it’s just a power struggle. You are not a morning person, so asking that you sit on the toilet as soon as you wake up is met with a snappish, “No!”. You will sit on it every other time of day, for a while, except that it always seems to time out to be…5 minutes before you actually do your business.
I’m looking into some kind of potty-training summer camp. They have that, right?
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Potty training, ugh. The bane of my existence for two years back to back with these kids. We're finally a few months past it and the lesson I learned was: We didn't do shit. To make them shit. We encouraged over and over and over and over but neither kid actually took the bait until they were ready. And G was way older than E when he trained so I believe the girls are faster theory. Good luck, sister.
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