Monday was the first day of the rest of Luke's life. (Whatever that means, I'm not quite sure.) I've decided to try to (gasp!) potty train him. For real, this time.
I have been very nervous about transitioning Luke to underwear. I've done lots of preparation. I read "The No Cry Potty Solution." (Yes, Elizabeth Pantley, really does appear to write a book for every parenting situation.) We've memorized songs like "Accidents Happen!" from Elmo's Potty Time. Thanks to the generosity of my grandparents, I even bought this wonderful vacuum that picks up poop.
So, here we go!
I made this potty poster for Luke to look at while he's sitting on the toilet. The first thing he said when he saw it was, "1, 2, 3, 4, 5!"
I went to the dollar store and bought a lot of little presents. Every time he goes in the toilet he gets to pick a gift out of the basket. Today he received playdough, a fake rat, a coloring book, stickers and 2 toy cars. (I even wrapped a picture of Mickey Mouse that I cut off of a box. He'll love it.)
The presents worked really well today... almost too well. After he would go in the toilet and unwrap his present, he would immediately hop back on the toilet and do like 2 or 3 little tiny drops and say, "Another present, Mommy!" Sometimes he would do this 3 times in a row, just so he could get another present. I love bribing my child to do things I want.
After 3 days of potty training, he seems to have peeing down pretty well. The problem is the poop. He can't do it in the toilet yet. If he doesn't have a diaper on when he has to poop he'll cry for one and then go in the diaper as soon as he gets it on.
As long as he has this figured out by the time I want to put him in preschool next September, I'll be happy.