Remember when Bossy Pants potty trained himself?
For a day.
Well since that blessed day, his relationship with the potty has been very bumpy. Like a bad romance. On again off again.
I had made a silent promise to myself that I wouldn't force the subject. That I would let him get comfortable in his own time.
When we realized that he would soon be starting preschool in April I panicked.
I can't send him to school in diapers can I?
Granted he is still two and I have been told by his pediatrician on several occasions that this is completely normal. Especially for boys. And that we were by no means in a race.
Well yesterday was the best day we've had with my slightly forceful slash not too forceful approach.
The morning went like any other.
I'm helping him dress for the day and the conversation begins...
Mom: "Okay do you want to wear a diaper today or are you going to go potty on the toilet like a big boy?"
Bossy Pants: "No."
Mom: "Are you sure? You can wear your big boy pants with Lightning on them."
Bossy Pants: "Queenie?" (McQueen)
Mom: "Yep. Lighting McQueen."
Bossy Pants: "Kay." followed by a "Vroom, Vroom..." all the way to the bathroom where we found his pull-ups.
Mom: "Okay when you need to go potty come sit on the toilet okay."
Bossy Pants: "Kay. Vroom Vroom..."
Not five minutes later I asked him if he was ready to go potty. I was given a sound "No." I checked his pull-up and it was moist.
Mom: "Gage you went potty in your big boy pants. Remember you need to tell mom and come sit on the toilet."
He just looked at me.
Then I decided it was time to get risky.
He has always done best commando style. Yes it's true.
So off came the wet pull-up and on went his pants, sans underwear.
Hallelujah! It worked.
He came and got me the first time, we went to the potty and he filled that thing up. High fives were given. Thirty-five cents in pennies and nickles was put in his piggy bank.
Then about 45 minutes later he comes into where I'm folding laundry with a HUGE smile on his face. "Did it. Did it." I look at his pants and they are soaking wet.
I get onto him a little. "Gage you need to sit on the toilet. Now you're all wet."
He gives me this sad expression. No trace of that happy smile left. He leads me to his potty chair and low and behold it is full again!
Maybe I should be more specific,
"You need to sit on the toilet...WITH YOUR PANTS OFF."