We’ve been at this potty training thing for over a week now. We won’t be the miraculous children who got the concept the moment our bums touched the toilet seat. In fact, right now, I’d be happy if they didn’t pee five minutes after we put the pullup back on.
This isn’t so say we haven’t made progress. They have gone from arching their backs and screaming, “No, No, NO!!” to sitting with minimal resistance and cajoling. (By minimal resistance I mean that it only takes five minutes to divert them from whatever toys they believe they must take along – I cringe at some of the things that have been in our bathroom lately – instead of twenty minutes of screeching, kicking and biting. Yes, biting. My son has renewed this habit and my daughter and I have the teethmarks to prove it.)
However, once they are sitting on their potties with every toy we own properly positioned around them, they will not pee. They have either already gone during the five minutes of stalling, thus accounting for their delay tactics. Or they hold it until I decide they don’t have to go and all their clothing has been meticulously replaced (See post Three Most Hated Words.) and then they come and tell me they need to be changed.
At my mother’s suggestion, I’ve tried running the faucets for inspiration. I’ve tried encouraging them to sit another couple minutes while we read a book. (M.M. The boxes of books are really coming in handy. :-)) But yet even after allowing them to drink three glasses of juice this morning, which was pronounced ‘tasty’ and ‘delicious’, the results were minimal.
I fear that to them this has become the weird thing that Mom makes us do for a gummy bear.