So we purchased him a potty seat.
We used it sporadically with some success.
But a few months later, he seemed to lose interest entirely.
I figured since he was so young, I wouldn’t force the issue. But I did remind him regularly about the potty and its intended use. We kept it handy and always praised him lavishly for just sitting on it of his own volition – even if he was just reading a book or playing with a toy.
He’s 19 months now and still doesn’t seem too interested and admittedly, I’m not really being consistent or forcing the issue. He’ll figure things out soon enough.
Although, I’d LOVE to ditch our diapers.
Anyway, last evening I think something might have clicked for the little guy.
Of course, it wasn’t exactly the magical sort of moment I envisioned. . .
We were out chasing rare birds all day yesterday. When we got home, we decided to get the bath addressed early while I got prepared dinner.
Chris went upstairs to get the bath ready and I took off all of Mac’s clothes while I started dinner reasoning why put on another diaper for just 10 or 15 minutes?
Mac in all his naked glory decided it would be great fun to jump all over the LeapPad lap top toy his Grandparents gifted him for Christmas.
I sat down and attempted to play with him explaining to him he why he shouldn’t stand on the LeapPad, but he just kept giving me this naughty grin and jumping on it.
Finally, I took the thing away and placed it on the kitchen counter. I resumed playing with some cars and stuff hoping to thwart a tantrum.
While a tantrum never materialized, he kept going back to the counter and gesturing and mumbling something that began with “C” in a bit of an agitated fashion.
I assumed he was demanding the “Computer.” But after a few more “C” mumbles, it finally dawned on my incompetent parenting ass, that perhaps what he was saying was “Cracker” since we keep a jar of animal crackers on that counter.
Poor kid was hungry!
So I gave him some animal crackers in a little plastic dish. He placed it in the middle of the kitchen floor. He seemed pleased.
I was pleased too.
I resumed fixing dinner, smiling to myself as I washed some lettuce. Oh look at me, I’m not such a bad parent. Mac is such a good boy. He was so wonderful in the car all day. He was sooo good at lunch. He said “Great Gray Owl” for the first time today! Look how effectively I handled his misbehavior with the LeapPad. AND I was able to address his need for a snack. We’re all going to be just fine, thanks to me and my not too shabby mothering skills!
Then I turned around. . .
There in the middle of the kitchen, stood my darling son, pissing all over his animal crackers!
I’ll give him credit though, his aim was dead on. . .