I expect this is going to be a many-part series as I discuss the trials and tribulations of potty training. I mean, it is a rite of passage. And not one I've been particularly anxious to start.
It's not that I want to keep Thatbaby a "baby." And I can't wait to not have to buy diapers anymore. But I am not looking forward to that time period where I can't just rely on the diapers. When I'm going to need to have intimate knowledge of the location of every restroom of every store we frequent.
Right now we're trying to let Thatbaby take the lead on the whole potty thing. (I know, given my typical parenting philosophies you're probably not too surprised.) What does this mean? It means that we didn't rush out and buy him a potty the minute he turned 1. Or 2.
We've introduced the idea of the potty to him. Which means bathrooms are an open-door affair at Thathouse right now. Monkey see, monkey do? I guess that's the idea. Thatbaby also regularly asks to sit on the potty before he takes his bath, which was inspired by the fact that Thatbaby usually pees as soon as the bath starts running (so regularly, that Thatboy runs the water, waits for Thatbaby to pee, and then once the tub clears, he fills the tub)
Given that success with voluntary potty time, we've been discussing that he can sit on the potty whenever he wants to go to the bathroom. He does ask from time to time, but not with any regularity. And as I learned one morning when he didn't want to put on clothes, he still hasn't quite mastered the art of knowing he has to go before he actually goes.
We did go out and get him a potty seat and stool for Chanukah (wish is I'm sure on every 2 year old's wish list), so now the guest bathroom is officially "Thatbaby's bathroom" with a toilet seat perfectly sized to fit his little bottom.
I'll update this post when we either have some potty success, or to tell you what it's like to have to join my child at college for diaper change