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Friday

Toilet Training--Triumphs and Tribulations


Funny Story

I opened my machine washing machine yesterday to find a load of darks full of strange white stuff. Then I discovered something that looked like part of a pad, and then it dawned on me...I had washed a pull-up! My son (who was responsible) said, "Ohhhhh...my jeans are snowed".

Maybe calling them "nighttime underwear" has its downside! As I facebooked the incident, it was comforting to know others had
experienced the same plight and could give some helpful hints. (like shaking the clothes out, washing again once or twice, and sweeping up the floor after the little gel things have dried up a bit).



Disclaimer

I just want to say that every child and every parent is different, so what I have experienced won't suit everyone. I am not an expert...the more children I have had, the more I realize that. My friend with eight children didn't toilet train any of them differently until #7 and #8. And each of my children has gone through toilet-training in a different way, although I have used the same basic method to teach them. So I am going to share what I have learned. I believe there are valuable components that anyone can apply. And it is my opinion that what one finds in magazines is often very nebulous.



Background

In my parenting, I am typically not a methods person. But when it came to toilet-training, I knew I was not structured enough to do the "put them on the toilet every hour" thing. And I didn't want toilet-training to drag on over a long period of time, because I thought me and my kids would both go crazy (and dealing with a lot of messes was not my idea of fun)! So I couldn't just be really relaxed and go with the flow. And I knew I had the potential to waffle, so if it wasn't going well, I would likely revert to diapers or something, and I didn't want to confuse my kids. So, when I was first introduced to my friend-with-the-eight-kids' book "Toilet-Training in Less Than A Day" (which has been "revised" but is still admittedly archaic), I thought it was a good fit for me. And it has been.


The Method

Basically, you spend four to six hours typically with your child in an intensive training session that involves first teaching a doll the basic steps, and then learning them. The basic steps are: pulling down your pants, sitting down, peeing, standing up, pulling up the pants, and dumping, flushing and returning the pot to the potty. And if you wet your pants, you have to practice: ten (less) times running quickly from different places in the house to the potty, pulling down your pants, sitting down, standing up, pulling pants up.

The atmosphere is full of praise, first for everything as it is being done, then gradually lessened to at the completion of different steps and finally only for keeping pants dry. Treats and drinks of favorite beverages are given to encourage maximum opportunity for learning. A list of "friends who care" is used at different times to say who will be proud of them or who keeps their pants dry or who doesn't wet their pants or like wet pants. Verbal rehearsal is used to talk about where we go potty and what we do. But the biggest thing about this method is the focus on dry pants rather than on going on the potty. We reward dry pants, not using the potty, so there are dry pants checks very often during the initial learning and eventually at different intervals throughout the day until it is ingrained.

The goal of the training time is to move from telling your child to go to the potty, to asking them where they go potty, to making a general statement about the potty (it's getting late, I may have mixed that up), to having your child sit down on the potty and pee of his own accord. Once your child has gone to sit on the potty after the first kind of prompt, you move to the next until they've gone on their own. After that, you do dry pants checks every fifteen minutes, and start moving on with the day, having the potty close, and staying fairly close. If accidents happen, for the first week, you have them clean it up (for pee), get them to take their wet stuff off and move it to a designated place, and practice. After the first week, you skip the practice.

My Experience

With my first, a boy, I waited until he was three. At two, he seemed to just be peeing all the time still, and then I had another baby, and I wasn't ready until quite a bit later. He still seemed to be having accidents constantly on training day and I got quite exasperated and went to hang out with my baby for awhile and his breakthrough came with his dad. But he had maybe three or four accidents total in that first week and then never again until school. Kept him in pullups at night (he didn't nap) for the first year. That's it.

With my second, a girl, I did it at age two. She was ready. She was the opposite and held it for the first four hours and so I was exasperated for different reasons. After filling the whole potty pot, and having a few messes, she got it, although it was the next day. She woke up to go pee in the night right away. She went through a time (particularly after #3 came) where she would hold it too long, make it as far as the bathroom, and then have an accident, but it was easy to clean up. A year later, she went through a long period of bed-wetting...she no longer woke up to go, but we found that her dad's warm socks helped that a lot.

With my third, a boy (who I trained two weeks ago), I did it at just over 2.5 years. He was quickest to catch on, within the first hour. (I think I was able to let go of the exact method and adapt it to him a bit more, and God was gracious as I had very little sleep the night before). The exasperation came when he went through a number of accidents following that (one I was on the phone, one I was downstairs etc.) and then started the next morning with several accidents. Since training, he's had a couple of poopy pants, and several puddles (one outside, one in the basement, one when he was really tired), but then he shows us that he knows what to do the next time. He still likes to say "Go potty" and get me to say "okay" if I'm around, but he's got that long groove of diapers pretty much replaced with using the potty. And today, he used the big toilet at the park and started using it at home. Yippee, I'm always glad when they ditch the potty (mine have used it for about two weeks typically).

The Equipment

The requirement for this method, is a potty with an easily-removable pot. I like the First Years one. Mine is yellow on top, blue on the bottom, with a red pot and handles. Bottom turns into a step stool. I got it for $30 at Zellers (but this was four years ago). I also bought a toilet seat which my eldest used for #2 for a year or two, but my daughter had no use for. We'll see if I bring it out for my youngest. It, too, is a First Years product. I love that company.

Conclusion

The only other thing you need is a day without distractions or other children/adults around and some gumption. It takes courage to embark on the intensity of the training as well as some preparation in learning the method. But once the day is done, your child will have the connection in their head, and after having a few accidents...kind of testing things out (and having to clean up and practice), they will have it down. No months and months of remembering to get them to the bathroom or having accidents, or trying to give enough treats or toys, or keep up with a sticker chart. They have had the time to replace that old way of doing things with a new one. And when accidents happen, there's a very clear consequence that naturally discourages them. That's been my experience anyway.

There are other ways of intensive training as well. I think this is the most comprehensive. If anyone has had success with other methods, feel free to comment. I have no experience with any other method unfortunately and this is the only one I can share.

Thursday

What every Mother should know...

Yesterday, I had ten minutes of really really really bad freak-out time. I yelled. I cried. (And eventually found it in my heart to forgive).

What I'd like to know is: "Why doesn't anyone tell you this in parenting books? Or when someone sells you a PC? If I had only known this one thing, I could've just laughed, pressed three keys and been on my merry way."

But no, I was in the middle of accounting and an important email when my 2.5 year-old son came by and with one swipe of his hand on my laptops's keys, turned my entire display upside-down! Do you know how hard it is to use the mouse when that happens, much less just trying to read the screen?

Well, after pain-stakingly closing all the windows and shutting down (all the while, muttering, fuming, griping, and trying to explain to my five-year-old why I am so angry) in hopes of it coming back on normal, I find that is futile. After releasing more pent-up emotion, I finally phone my husband at the studio just to vent. He does a couple internet searches and after one false start, I have the solution: Ctrl-Alt-up arrow. And {blip}, it's all good again. HUGE sigh of relief and a wee bit of sheepishness for flying off the handle right to the moon.

So, now, if this ever happens to you, you know what to do. Say it with me "Control, Alt, Up Arrow". (Maybe a couple of times). 'Cause if you know it, it's know big deal. But if you don't, it's NOT GOOD.

Have fun today!

Wednesday

Spilt Smoothie

"Don't cry over spilt milk" (or in this case, smoothie). Oh, I almost did yesterday. I was so tired and feeling drained. I ended up making this smoothie quite thick, so instead of pouring, it suddenly all came out and "splat", it went everywhere. It took me a few minutes, but I was able to joke with my kids about it (instead of cry).

Friday

Grocery Shopping Turned Disaster

It's good to laugh at what could otherwise make us cry. Here is the story of my shopping trip with my youngest today.

Oh my goodness! Grocery shopping over the lunch hour turned into disaster today. Thankfully, I only had J2 with me. Even so, I had my hands full.

It started out with me getting distracted by school supplies and other such sundries. I kicked it up a notch when I remembered that I had a lot of groceries to pick up and another stop after that.

J2 did really well for the most part at Superstore. We had the chips, the canned goods, the cereal, the cookies (in hand and mouth, of course), the milk, the fruits and veggies, and then it started to get interesting.

J2 started standing up in the bulk section. I would temporarily acquiesce him with a hug and some extra attention and ply him to sit down again. After the bread, we backtracked for pizza and chicken. (Oops, never did pick up the bacon!) The standing up was becoming more frequent.

Finally we were at the check-out (not without dropping my list and retracing some steps first), and for the second time in two weeks, had a delightful soul take an interest in J2 and even give me a hand with a couple things. The drinking box had just come out and this early 40's mom discussed the flavor of the juice with J2 and the benefits of using the straw, and then congratulated him on getting the straw back in the hole. She even offered to put the out-of-reach chicken onto the conveyor after I pulled the cart too far in to get at it.

I was throwing things on the counter, checking on J2, trying to start bagging and boxing things, coming back to pay, trying to keep him from pressing the buttons, realizing I'd forgotten to ask for a subtotal after the bar, and having to re-swipe my card and enter my pin and keep little man out of the interac machine yet again in order to pay for the household and kids' items.

By this time it was 1:00. Neither of us had eaten lunch and it was already nap-time. We drove to IGA. The van was sauna-like.

I knew there was no way I could persuade J2 to sit in a cart again--he wouldn't even be carried into the store--so I did the unthinkable. I took a tired, hungry 19-month-old boy into a grocery store and let him run.

At first, he was enamoured with his very own basket. But that didn't last long when tantalizing plums and pears were within reach. There's a real problem when produce shopping with a toddler who is not contained. You need two hands for picking and bagging and you can't hold your baskets much less your escapee's hand. I managed to pick up five pears before we moved on.

Waiting at the deli seemed absurdly impossible at the time, so off we went in search of other meat. "Hmm, what's the price on this roast...come back here big guy...sirloin tip...why not....ah, J--, oh, it's bloody on the bottom---what the hey--we gotta go! This way, J--, over to the farmer sausage. Okay. Ah--wait for me!"

Back to the deli and produce. By this time, he's really getting out-of-sorts: sitting down, throwing himself down and oops, his pants are down! I had already tried to hike up his shorts and super-saturated diaper several time as he was developing severe plumber's butt. But in the chase to the deli, his bottoms had worked themselves to his ankles. I checked to see whether anyone had noticed. No one seemed to be smirking, so I breathed a sigh of relief, undid the diaper and tried to fasten it more securely.

Then I tried to explain how much shaved corned beef I needed to an 18-year-old male while I intermittently chased and scooped up my little protester. I managed to pick up a bag of apples after that--how, I don't know. Then, it was a basket in each hand working as little tugboats trying to steer an unwieldy ship to harbour--the cashier.

Oh, oh...total meltdown. His shrieks had already garnered the disturbed gazes of several, but here was a little 75-year-old woman giving us the evil eye. I grab him off the floor, pull a burnt almond dark chocolate number off the shelf and rip off the wrapper in desperation, all the while explaining he's tired and hungry and hoping I don't look like I make a habit of bribing my children with sugary treats.

The wrapper is off and we split it 50/50. I need this chocolate every bit as much as he does. We each take a big bite and visibly relax as the smooth sweetness soothes and satisfies. We walk down to the express lane, me clutching my purchases and he tightly holding his wrapper in one hand and the melting chocolate in the other. I think mine is already devoured at this point.

I panic momentarily when I see no one at the checkout. Then, I let out a sigh of relief as one of my favorite cashiers, a forty-something Aboriginal woman takes her place at the till. She recounts an equally harrying story of her daughter and grand-daughter going shopping recently. Ah, someone who understands! There is a moment of concern as J2 resists handing over the wrapper to be scanned, but he complies and is quickly given it back.

Groceries are bagged. Card is swiped. J2 takes off for one more mad dash. I find him half-way down one the aisles and snatch up the gleeful little chocolate monster. Thankfully, IGA isn't very busy and no one is breathing down my neck for holding up the line.

Back to the hot van and off to pick up the other two from the studio. As I strap my little charge in, I try to figure out how to minimize the mess. I end up with some of his chocolate in my mouth, bemoan the fact that the other kids are going to feel ripped off with no chocolate for them, and grab a Kleenex to wipe off the thickest chocolate from his little hands.

As I drive off the parking lot, I marvel at what I have just survived and brace myself for the next challenge: unloading, making a late lunch for over-hungry kids, and making it through the afternoon with no naps. I remind myself that I'll have an extra-long evening to myself, and somehow I make it through.