It’s been a bit quiet here on the bloggidy these past few days, and my explanation takes the form of two words ‘Toilet Training’.
I have had the equipment in place for a couple of months, but was waiting for the stars to align and provide the perfect combination of warm weather and a hint of interest from the small chap.
Warm weather is important so I can leave him naked all day at home and save on washing. The interest is important because it is a hard enough job with a child who is ready, let alone one who isn’t.
And the third part of our perfect potty training storm moment was the purchase of an expensive (well, £16, but that is a lot of biscuits) toilet seat. It is the king of toilet seats. The one purchased from the 99p shop was spurned for being too cold. It’s replacement comes complete with a softly padded, wipe clean, built-in cushion to protect his lordships sensitive buttocks from the cold hard plastic so disdained in its predecessor.
And he loves it, a bit too much, he has to visit it approximately every 5 minutes, which frankly leaves little time for eating, let alone blogging. He has quickly cottoned on to the fact that Mummy has to stop whatever she is doing when he utters the words ‘I need the toilet.’ And is rewarded with my full attention while we while away the poo waiting hours singing in the bathroom, which it turns out has great acoustics. We are even harmonising on the alphabet song now and I am half expecting Jack White to turn up and record us for use on some peculiar album he is working on.
When he isn’t on the toilet, he is weeing on the carpet. Without being all TMI about it, it seems poo has a greater warning system. Wee is still a surprise to him about half the time and he stands puzzled as it drips down his legs dampening his socks and whatever fabric surface he is stood on.
He is also much enamoured with his new step for reaching the sink. When the ‘sitting’ is over, the hand washing begins. I always get the soap wrong apparently, requiring a second attempt. Then the whole hand washing experience is so much fun it has to be repeated in the other bathroom. It is a process that in itself can take a good 15 minutes, by which point he thinks he might need the toilet again, and so it starts again.
We spend our days looping round in a big cycle of the lengthy toilety process. We did make it out of the house yesterday, in a nappy, I am not feeling that brave yet. We visited our local play café to meet up with his best friend, and my mate, her Mum. She is potty training too (his best mate, not mine, in case you were wondering!). This led to some competitive toilet visiting and a small incident on the floor, but we did have success at using the toilet in public for the first time, which means I guess my next step is braving leaving the building without nappies.
I think I might try training pants at first, to save me carrying around some poo coated clothes in my bag for the rest of the day while we are still getting there. I must update my list of all toilets available for public use in town too – never hurts to know to the second which loo is closest when your toddler utters the command!
My biggest lesson learnt so far applies only if you have a boy – make sure they point their willy down. *bleaches eye balls to remove the horizontal wee*. Can’t believe I had even forgotten that bit from last time around!
Anyway, as I said at the outset, all this fun isn’t leaving much time for blogging, I did try to sneak the iPad into the bathroom with me, but he caught me and then insisted on putting the Alphabet song on YouTube instead. So if you need me, I will be in the bathroom, just follow the sound of singing….
Love Miss Cisco XXX