Toddler toilet training.
I have a toddler I adore. He drives me crazy sometimes, but most of the time we get along pretty well together.
But Mr. Small point blank refuses to be toilet trained.
Thankfully, he is child number 3, so I have learned not to stress about it. Of equal importance I have learned not to stress him out about it either. He knows exactly what to do. But he refuses to put on underpants, or do anything of interest on the toilet.
I tried introducing the potty which he took as a huge personal insult. I think having seen his older siblings use the toilet, anything else would be considered beneath him.
He taunts me too by saying: “Mum! Toilet time!” So I’ll gather up his favourite books, scoop him up under the other arm and literally RUN to seat him on his throne.
I’ll read through his books, once, usually twice and hopefully await his, ahem, deposits.
Then he’ll say smilingly, “I don’t need to go anymore mummy.”
I’ll smile weakly and lift him off. We go through the routine of washing and drying his hands (and mine)
I’ve tried leaving him there on his own, so as to respect his privacy but somewhere along the line I think this became a special sort of mother son bonding time, so escape is impossible.
Apparently food dye in the toilet bowl is a good way to get their attention and offering rewards. This is a great idea but problem is that if I do those things I suspect his canny older siblings will demand the same treatment and I’m not wild about that either!
This weekend I am going to take him shopping to choose his own undies. I am hoping that this will make him feel some sense of involvement in the process. I have spent the past week pointing out what his siblings wear instead of a nappy, but he simply goes and gets his nappy out of the box and points to it meaningfully.
I’ll keep you posted.