Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Owen Might Be a Redneck

You might be a redneck if you sit on the pot in the middle of the living room while watching the tube and munching on a snack. Yep, that would be Owen right about now. We're attempting to enter into the potty training phase, so I adopted the practices of my BFF Jo, allowing Owen to sit on his potty while watching a show. The only problem is that Owen is perfectly content sitting naked on his potty for hours at a time without actually pottying. Do you think I might have a problem? Neil was telling me about this lady featured on The Today Show yesterday who potty trains most children in a day. Clearly she knows something we don't. Neil is convinced we're doing it all wrong, which might be correct since we're raising a nudist at this point. But what am I supposed to do, drive Owen up to NJ, or where ever she's from, and pay out the wazoo to have her train him. I think not.

I suppose I could read more books on the subject, but that would require time, and we all know how little of that I have. You know, I used to be one of those people who didn't understand why 3 year olds were running around in diapers. Now I get it. It's hard work and takes discipline, and not so much from the kids, but the parents. And if they don't want to go potty, then why would I spend most of my day fighting with him to do something he clearly doesn't want to do?

On the other hand, I can't tell you how tired I am of changing his diapers. Blake is one story because I know he's still a baby. It frustrates me to all get out to know that Owen can go potty, he just doesn't want too. AArrgghhghh!

So I am at a crossroads, deciding which direction to go. Do I take a left and commit myself and Owen to nip this thing in the bud, or a right and let him do it when he's ready, or go straight and pay someone else to do it (not really an option, but I needed a straight)? I'm open to suggestions if you have any that aren't trite or common sensical, or require me to read another book.

2 comments:

Jo said...

Hang in there with the potty training. It'll take awhile but when it clicks and he gets it, he's got it! It's rough at first but beats having three in diapers. :) You could always try my MIL's advice and just let him go in his big boy underwear a few times (eww). Maybe that'll gross him out. Although, knowing Owen, it probably wouldn't faze him. Ha ha ha.

Manuel Lopez said...

Our youngest grandson decided he wouldn't use the toilet until he turned 5. Flat refused to use it before then even though he had proven he knew how, so he stayed in a diaper. On his fifth birthday, his mother reminded him of his promise and he went to the bedroom where he changed from the diaper into pants. From that day on, he used the toilet. Forcing him didn't work so they kept reminding him of his promise.