Monday, 6 July 2009

Driving me potty no longer

Attempts to potty train: 4. Successful attempts to potty train: ONE! And that one is the one that counts. Remarkably this last attempt was surprisingly easy, a fairly smooth transition to not wearing nappies, one or two accidents and that was it. He now asks for his potty or to do a ‘standing up wee Mummy’ (the joys of having an elder brother) and he hasn’t had an accident in over three weeks now.

The standing up wee aspect is interesting. Outside, when you can get their trousers down, stick a knee in his back to encourage the thrusting forward of hips and help with guidance of the pee stream it works well. Inside the house is a different story; he is just not quite tall enough to use the loos at home for a standing up wee, which means that I need to do an interesting lift and hover manoeuvre, doing wonders for my biceps but I can’t help with the pee stream guidance aspect of the process. But who cares? He isn’t in nappies and the wee ain’t in his pants.

The ease of this attempt of potty training makes me think two things. First, the attempts made before were just too early for him, he wasn’t quite ready. Secondly, these attempts were all part of the overall process and contributed to this, more recent and relatively stressfree attempt. I couldn't care less now though, Luke has done it, he is a total superstar and I’m so proud of him.

Only one interesting story to report. A few days ago he had a quiet moment on his potty, happily reading his book, so I left him to it. When he appeared there was strong evidence that he had done a poo. He was very pleased with himself. A bottom needed wiping. There were signs of a poo having been in the potty. But there was no poo. Anywhere. I looked high, I looked low but couldn’t find anything. I’ve been wandering through the house delicately sniffing any areas which might be capable of concealing poo. But nothing. Absolutely nista. Not a sniff.

The poo is still M.I.A. I will be doing a more thorough search before the cleaner comes but I don’t think I’ll locate anything. The dog was spotted, contentedly licking her lips just afterwards. I’m not saying anything, but it wouldn’t be the first time.

12 comments:

Kathryn said...

You really do have wicked titles to your posts!!

Dancinfairy said...

Gosh, missing poo. My cousin called me last week to tell me her little darling had decided to decorate the walls of her bedroom with the poo she had proudly done in the potty. I have all this to look forward to!

Metropolitan Mum said...

Bleugh. Better don't kiss your dog then.

Maternal Tales said...

Yay - go Lukey!!!! Well done to both of you...I know exactly how you're feeling - there's a huge touch of Thank God for that!!! But where on earth is that poo??? I just can not believe the dog ate it...although better I suppose than if it were you! It tastes like sh*t - and I can tell you that from experience!! xx

TeacherMommy said...

Ew ew ew ew ew!!!!

The Widget is showing significant signs of it being potty-training time, and I'm just holding off because I REALLY DON'T WANT TO DO THIS AGAIN. I'm a such a wimp.

Nicey said...

Nice blog, keep it going
Laters

Nicey

Tattie Weasle said...

I just don't know how people with out dogs manage!

Alice said...

I am laughing so much just thinking of you sniffing around the house...

Brit in Bosnia / Fraught Mummy said...

Kathryn - stolen shamelessly off The Potty Diaries

DF - you have the new born poo to look forward to first...

MM - that is a general rule, I know what she is capable of eating and it isn't nice!

MT - I knew you'd empathise with the dog

TM - it isn't as bad the second time? (who am I kidding?)

Nicey - thanks

TW - me neither. No need to sweep under the table after dinner either.

Alice - It went somewhere... bet you are looking forward to this phase in a year or so! Two poos to track down!

SandyCalico said...

EW! But on the other hand 'good doggy'!!!
Well done on the potty training - I'm dreading this!

ck said...

An MIA poo? That's one of my worst nightmares.

My dog used to dine in the cat's litter box and then look all offended when I wouldn't pet her litter crusted nose.

No thanks.

clareybabble said...

We're having the same problem, except with the new kitten! I keep following my nose to little presents behind the tv...nice! x