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The Library
March 27th, 2008
As previously referenced HERE, the huckablogs refer to the bathroom as the Library. Well, I do. Particularly, in reference to The Husband. Before you read any further be warned that this post is about mierda, merde, merda, Scheiße, skitit, [شيت], たわごと, 배설물…..poop(if you have a problem with that then you should just go read a Read it or Rant). That is poop in nine different languages. So it appears that the book I just read to The Son is true! Everybody does poop.
We have been trying to potty-train The Son……trying does not necessarily equal doing but ya know…it is a start! Right after he turned one we got one of those little seats that you put on the toilet.
We would sit him up there and he would read his little potty book and laugh. Not Pee or Poop, but laugh. No big deal, he was a baby, we had plenty of time. We dropped it for awhile, and then he would want to “help” The Husband and I go to the bathroom. He will go in with you, watch, point out if you are “peepeepee!!” or “oopoopoop!”. He will hand you some toilet paper (some being the whole roll), flush for you, and help wash your hands (help being getting water everywhere). So obviously the child was ready to start potty training again. So we bought this:
It sings to him, and he loves it. And what do you know!? It works! We can say “Son do you need to go potty?” he will RUN to the bathroom, and sit down and pee every time. If I see him turning red, or feel his tummy start to get hard, I will put him on the potty and he will finish pooping. One issue we have is that it has a little sensor in it and every time something passes the lid it sings, so if The Son sits down kinda hard and “things” swing, he thinks he has done something, and gets confused. However, the biggest problem we have with potty training has more to do with his parents than anything. We have two disagreements.
First: The Husband will not take him to poop with him, because it “interrupts his reading.” I swear to you, my husband does ninety percent of his reading in the bathroom. At any time you can go to our bathroom and be able to tell what The Husband is reading. So now The Son does not want to poop unless I hand him a book! So then he is holding his book instead of his, um, you know, boy parts. And he pees allover the floor. Ack!
Second problem: we can’t agree on words: The Husband swears up and down that he grew up saying “to make bubbles” and “to grunny”. WTH?!! If we teach him that, his teachers are going to have no idea what he is talking about. When The Son was in school his teachers said “tinkle” and “dookie”. Uhhh. No. I am not going to use ANY of those words. Since I am the one with him ninety-nine percent of the time, my words win by default. Potty, Pee, Poop.
The End. Feel free to share your potty training stories and advice. Again, no crate training.
Filed under Boy is my face red, Parenting for Dummies, The Husband, The Son |11 Responses to “The Library”
Ok, I have to take issue with the “ninety percent of his reading” part. It is most definitely not ninety percent of my reading time, so I feel the need to defend myself. The rest of the time that I’m awake I’m either working, going to school, taking care of The Son in those rare instances when Hey You gets a break, eating, fixing a broken computer that one of my relatives brings by, etc, etc, etc……
To say it’s 90 percent? Come on, give me some credit.
I think 89.9 is a much fairer claim.
MG had a potty that sang to him. It freaked him out and he was scared of all toilets for a while. So just to be safe we bought a non singing one for Westers. He loves to sit on it and he will do his thing, but he will never let us know when he has to go, so I think either he is just too busy, or he is too lazy. Well he is mine and Tark’s son, so I would say too lazy.
My mom said she broke my brother and I in a day. I don’t believe her as she will not perform the same feat with Westers. If she really could do that, don’t you think she would have one heck of a business?
I would sure hire her! How did she say she did it?
Well it’s all rather weird and confusing. But she said it was the time of year that we worked corn (I don’t know if you have ever worked corn, but it is a job!) Anyway, she said she watched me closely all day and very often she would put me on the potty and wait until I went and repeat. She said after that she had no problems.
So I am thinking either she is lying, I was an exceptional child (probable :)), or she basically taped me to the potty committing a form of child abuse but still effective to scare me enough to never do any business in my pants or a diaper again.
For MyBro, they made it a game. MyDad put one of those Nerf basketball goals on the back of the toilet seat, and MyBro was supposed to bank shot all of his pee. It worked, though it was a bit messy. Eventually, he didn’t require the basketball goal (which was nice, since it was always in the way for me - as I’m 6 years older than MyBro).
Best of luck!
LOL’d at the visual picture of shoeshe’s twenty something brother still peeing in an arc!! It certainly would be a learned skill to be successful at hitting the toilet.
Regardless the style, I think it just takes a parent who is observant enough of their child to remind them at the “right” times to go potty. Of course night training is another story.
Grunny?? I saw your comment on Dooce.com and was simply killing time checking out all these different blogs…and then…grunny??
WTH is right!!
I vote for potty and poop. Let’s call a duck a duck shall we!?!
Thanks for visiting Kathy! And agree….and Husband, that does not mean we start calling it a duck. I am hoping the MMIL will comment and let us know where grunny came from.
why did my post just come up the husband? this is Hey you, not the husband.
Gotta add that is the cutest stinkin picture ever!!!! And we have the same potty book! Couldn’t find the one for girls so we went with that one and I try to make it gender neutral when I read it to her.
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