Date written 18/12/2008 14:41:22
Starting toilet training with a independent 2 ½ year old boy is every mothers dream!??!?! Well it was certainly not mine, and to ‘get the ball rolling’ bribery seemed to be the best option. Cuddles, kisses, Hi -5’s, Lollies, cars…the list longer and better until finally success – Yeah we had wee’s on the toilet which went hand in hand with my clever son congratulating himself with the appropriate comment of “good boy” every time he saw a tinkle in the toilet. So now it was time to graduate to number “two’s”. Yes, I was once a competent professional who prided herself on ‘getting the job done’ well and efficiently, and now my day consisted of discussing the ins and outs of poos with an obsessed 2 ½ year old. Left over munched dinner was poos, crumbs on the floor was poos and even dirt in the garden was poos as we slowly got the idea that poos belonged in the toilet and not in your undies! On turning 3 we struck gold and I caught myself jumping up and down and clapping my hands when my clever little man finally did poos on the toilet. Still to this day I am not sure whether I was cheering the poos in the toilet or that there would be no more poos in the undies to clean! Confidence and independence grew quickly until shock horror, he didn’t want our intimate conversations about wees and poos while warming the throne, I was sent out of the bathroom, “get out mummy, go away, I do it”. OK, cool I thought, and mummy did what all mummies do, have a gossip on the phone to a friend while her toddler is happy and busy. My toddler finally emerged from the bathroom in his own good time with no pants on and a smile from ear to ear, “Mummy I did poos in the toilet”, “Good boy” I said as he turned around to go to his toys. Shock horror, trailing behind him was 2 metres of toilet paper stuck between his butt cheeks which initiated a funny conversation with my friend on the phone and time to find out what trail of disaster was left in the bathroom. After telling my husband when he came home from work I thought it would be a great story to put in his baby book to bring out at his 21st , and the next time we had friends over for dinner I couldn’t help myself, so I shared our experiences with everyone while my proud little man watched and listened with a grin that said ‘that’s my mum talking about me!’ Lesson number 1 mothers – never share stories that you find quite amusing in front of your toddlers unless you want the behavior reinforced as good! 5 minutes later out comes my little man smile from ear to ear chanting “look at me, look at me”, and their he was, naked from the waist down with toilet paper stuck in his butt and a roll dangling behind….
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