children, mommyhood, potty training

Teach by Example

I took the boys to IHOP for dinner because they were well-behaved for their hair-cuts (sort of) and my kitchen was clean and I wanted it to stay that way. It was basic insanity at the restaurant as usual but we managed to have a good time.


That morning I had decided to try little T.Puzzle in big boy underpants again to see what would happen. He had a couple of accidents including an unfortunate incident involving a good length of his train tracks, but caught on to keeping his pants dry pretty quick. Of course the pooping is a whole different matter.

As we were finishing up our dinner little T.Puzzle starts emitting some squeaky sounds from his nether regions and I could smell, I mean I could tell, that he was going to need to potty soon. When we arrived home I took a less than compliant T.Puzzle to the bathroom. As I’m about to place him on the potty, Full Speed busts in and says, “T.Puzzle, I gotta poop, let me show you how it’s done.” He hops up on the pot and states, “See that brown stuff coming out of my booty? That’s how it’s done!” Apparently little T.Puzzle just got ‘schooled’. It was highly entertaining.

Once it was little T.Puzzle’s turn he cried and complained and refused to go. I decided to ignore him. Partially because Full Speed needed my attention for something and partially because I am so tired of the power struggle of poop, I sort of locked myself into a pleasant denial bubble. My logic was if I tuned out his complaining then it must not actually be happening.

About five minutes later little T.Puzzle shockingly announces that he ‘POOPED!”

I was so excited I almost passed out.

What does that say about my life?

Please, don’t answer that.

humor, mommyhood, potty training

What I Know

T.Puzzle has been doing well with his potty-training. After he got over the initial trauma of using the toilet (see previous post: Potty Distress), it seems to have clicked for him. At least the peeing aspect of training. He was dry all day at school and even told me when he had to pee recently. The pooping part, not so much. I’m not quite sure what to do about that.

I’m hoping because he has such reverence for his new Thomas the Train underpants, that maybe that will help him along. The first day we purchased his new undies, he carried them around all day and at times, tenderly held them in a loving embrace. I can’t fathom being that attached to underpants.

I have absolutely no idea what I am doing in terms of training him. I can guarantee you I will never write a book on how to potty-train children. I cringe at that the thought imagining all the angry letters from parents it would generate. My areas of expertise are more along the lines of how to turn any locale into a proper, smack-down wrestling ring or how to survive tantrums through denial, deep breathing and whiskey. It’s all about writing what you know, isn’t it?