On Palm Sunday, my little guy decided he was officially done with Mickey Diapers. Until that day, anytime I suggested he pick up a pair of undies and use the potty he’d simply say, “No. I wear Mickey diaper.” I decided to let time do its thing and wait it out, and just like that, one week ago he decided to take his final step out of baby-land.
I’m not trying to gloat, I swear to you, but potty-training my kids was easy. I think the reason for this is because I let them dictate when they were ready, and since they were in charge of that decision, they basically owned it. It was either that or the M&M’s, but one can’t be sure. :)
Just like with Caroline, we made a HUGE deal about his big boy status. I ooh’ed and aah’ed over him all day, constantly told him how proud I was, let him put stickers all over his “big boy chart” every time he pottied, and as a final nail in the coffin, promised him a Thomas the Train at the end of his journey. Tyler is OBSESSED with Thomas, so the deal was basically done at that point.
Unlike the first three days while training Caroline, we didn’t carry around the potty everywhere we went... Instead, we found the nearest tree and let it ride. I can’t express how much he finds peeing on trees to be all kinds of awesome. When we’re in a public place and he needs to go, he just stands on the seat of the toilet and points down, but the funniest part about it is that Caroline doesn’t understand why she doesn’t get to go in the same fashion. So far, I’ve caught her trying to pee on trees in the backyard as well as trying to watch herself pee when sitting on the toilet. Ha! In true twin fashion, though, I’ve had to resume praise for her big girl efforts on the potty every time she goes… she wasn’t all that happy about the attention being on Tyler all the time.
After a full week of wearing big boy undies and having no accidents, we presented his prize yesterday… His beloved Thomas the Train!
He was so excited that he played with it all afternoon and insisted on it going to bed with him. (While wearing his Thomas pajamas, of course).
Today, I ran out and picked up a few more Thomas things for him, (1) because I’m a sweet mom and (2) because I was sick of washing so much laundry. He has one pair of Thomas pj’s and one shirt, and he insists on wearing one or the other practically ALL. THE. TIME.
So, to round out his celebratory week, he can add this to the collection:
(With a Disney princess shirt and Hello Kitty pj’s for my big girl… who can’t be left out, of course :)
Congratulations to my big sweet boy! We are so proud of you!!