Owen just decided one day he was done with underwear and that was that. Madison is starting to pee and poop on the potty without any coaxing, bribing or begging. But Blake? No, Blake just doesn't give a hoot. If he's too busy playing to stop and go potty, he just goes right there in his pants. And it doesn't seem to bother him that his pants are wet either. We've tried everything from praise to discipline. I'm at a complete loss. There are few things I can't conquer, but Blake and potties is going to be the straw that breaks my freaking back.
Any suggestions? Seriously, I'll take them. I mean if you want to borrow him for a couple days and bring him back fixed, I'm willing. Maybe that's it. Maybe I broke my child.
Tomorrow is another day. Is it sad that I pray for dry pants? I do. Every single flipping day, "Lord, please let Blake have a good day, learn more about you, and not relieve himself in his superhero underroos."
I feel like I'm stuck in a rendition of "The Song That Never Ends," sung to the tune of "Nanny Nanny Boo Boo" Am I part of some Gotcha reality TV show? If that's the case, you guys can jump out at anytime and replace the fake Blake with the real thing.
Do you sense my desperation yet? I need a solution, and short of selling him on the black market, I'm open to any and all advice. Thank you.
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I'm not a mom, so I say this with a certain reserve, but I wanted to share a few things I've seen help with a reluctant potty trainer. As a nanny, when the kid I was watching seemed like he was going to drag potty training out f-o-r-e-v-e-r, I started setting a timer. Every 15 minutes, the timer would go off and it was, "Potty time!!" He would drop what he was doing and run sit on the potty. I tried to sound super excited every time so it would be more like a fun game instead of a chore. To make things easier, I only dressed him in a shirt and undies or pants with an elastic waistband. We did this for a couple of days, and then I gradually lengthened the time. Setting the timer and shouting, "Potty Time!!" also freed me up do whatever I needed around the house or with his baby sister without stressing that he was going to pee his pants on their expensive oriental rugs because I was feeding his sister or fixing dinner. I left before he was fully potty trained, and I don't know if his mother followed through with the same thing on the days I wasn't there, but it seemed to be working. My mom also started something with my niece when she kept peeing her pants because she didn't want to stop playing: potty parties. I forget how it started, but once it did, it was all the rage with my three little nieces. One of them would have to go, and someone would shout, "POTTY PARTY!!" and everyone would run to the bathroom en masse. Once it was the cool thing to do, it was a lot easier to get my niece to stop playing before she peed her pants.
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