It has been a long time coming. There has been a lot of trial and error, some failed attempts and false alarms.
James is wearing UNDERWEAR!!!
It hasn’t been easy. I’ve never potty-trained a child before, and this is all new territory for James. As I said, a lot of trial and error. Since we had no idea what we were doing, it made sense to listen to advice. Books, websites, friends and family all have all offered assistance.
But wow, I must say this: everyone’s got different opinions. Sometimes strong ones.
Start them as soon as they can walk. Don’t start them until they show interest. Make them sit until they go. Don’t make them sit when they don’t want to. Let them run around naked. Offer rewards. Don’t offer rewards. Pull-ups are wonderful. Pull-ups are evil. Start with a small potty chair. Skip the small chair.
What I have determined from all of this conflicting advice is that my generation of parents in America must consist of a bunch of lazy bums (are you surprised?). In most other countries and in earlier generations here, kids have learned how to deposit their waste somewhere other than their own pants between the ages of one and two.
James is almost three. That’s a pretty average age for boys to be potty trained in our society. I guess it’s just more socially acceptable to fill your pants around here instead of the street or the gutter (it’s true, do some traveling).
One logical piece of advice I received was this: he will be out of diapers eventually. He won’t be wearing them when he’s ten years old.
Fortunately for us, James didn’t wait that long. He discovered a few months ago that poop in the pants was gross, so he learned how to dispose of that properly. And then last week he really wanted to start wearing his cool Thomas and Friends, Cars 2 and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse underwear. So I let him. He peed on himself a few times (luckily the weather has been nice so we were often outdoors), and then he figured out how the plumbing works.
So did I do it the “right way?” Well he’s almost three, so I guess if I lived in a different time or place, no.
But here we are, in lazy 21st-century America, and my kid’s using the toilet. I’ll take it.
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