We are well on our way to having another Agent out of diapers. Woo!
Wait a second, you may be thinking. Agent A is just a baby! Is this yet another article about "training" your barely walking toddler to use the toilet?
Don't worry; it's not. But what I'm about to share may surprise you.
I'm not referring to 17-month-old Agent A. I'm talking about turns-four-this-week Agent J.
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| I can so reach that |
Oh, yes. This was not supposed to happen. I was never going to write a post like this. No way on God's green earth was I going to have an almost-four-year-old who had yet to master the toilet.
A little backstory . . . I potty "trained" (I hate that term, but I still use it) Agent E back in February 2009, when she was 2 years, 9 months. I started the morning after Dear Hubby left for a 7-month deployment. I fully expected this to be one of our "projects" while he was gone, something to focus on, a goal to meet. I imagined sharing milestones with him via e-mail, weeks of chocolate bribery, a gradual move from pull-ups to underwear, and months of night-time diapers.
Surely the second kid, also a girl, who watched her big sister (and mother) use the toilet appropriately since before she could walk, would be even easier, right?
(Insert maniacal laughing followed by uncontrollable snorting here.)
Now, for those of you who do not know me personally and/or are not familiar with Agent J's antics . . . she is, shall we say, spirited. Extremely active, very physical, loves to get dirty/wet, and utterly fearless.
She also tends to be a wee bit stubborn.
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| I'm a barrel of fun |
We first "tried" with Agent J when she turned 2 years, 9 months. (Because, it worked once; why mess with perfection, eh?) Except we neglected one teeny detail: Agent E and Agent J, while best buddies, are also quite different. J didn't want to stop playing and sit down. J couldn't care less about being in a wet or soiled diaper. J had things to do, and I was messing with her agenda.
So, we backed off until after she turned three. Certainly the potty learning process would be more appealing to her now.
I know what you're thinking, and yes, we tried that. And that. And that, too.
To Agent J, it made no difference whether we used cloth diapers, disposable diapers, pull-ups, underwear, or naked time. We tried shadowing her, having her sit on the potty predictable times each day, leaving a potty in whatever room she was playing in, letting her sit there for as little or as long as she wanted . . . even using a reward system, which we never did for anything else. (This did not impress her, by the way.)
So we put the whole process on hold. Again.
Then 3.5 came and went and Momma started getting a little twitchy. Most people we know had no idea she was still in diapers; they just assumed based on her age that she passed that hurdle. We already decided not to send her to preschool since we were homeschooling Agent E, but we couldn't have even if we wanted to, as being out of diapers is required.
I resigned to the fact that maybe she would just have to train herself. Perhaps she would magically decide one day that enough was enough and give it a completely self-motivated try.
So, last Friday we decided to plunge into the idea of diaper-free Julia once again. Most of our stuff is gone, including all but one rug (so we're basically down to all tile floors here . . . easier clean-up). We leave Italy in a few weeks and dread the thought of returning to the states with no progress. And quite honestly Momma is over the two in diapers thing. (E and J overlapped for 10 months; J and A are going on 18 months.)
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| "Relaxing" on our deck |
We developed a plan: No diapers during the day (only at bedtime). Potty stays out in the family room or whatever room she's spending the most time in. Potty breaks at regular (we chose two-hour) intervals. Special Princess Underwear if she peed in the potty; plain boring underwear following accidents. Lots of positive reinforcement, praise, and rewards. (No; I don't think these things are evil or going to ruin her, and even though prizes as motivation haven't always worked in the past, we were a tad desperate.)
Initial success was rewarded with a gelato outing. (Yes; we had to think that big.) Next we created a prize box . . . one prize for every success to start. After the first few days we started "building" a snowman out of a set of ten or so stickers. (They came with a Christmas card; I found them when we were packing.). A completed snowman = special day out this weekend, perhaps for bowling and pizza, which she will love. (Although it does make me giggle a bit to think that the girl who traveled to four continents and ten countries before her fourth birthday will be super excited by a visit to the base bowling alley.)
The first day we only had one success, and day two we had zero. But . . . by day four we had more successes than misses and she realized she had to go even if it wasn't a designated "time." And now here we are on day seven and still going strong . . . whew. We are far from "done" (and we haven't spent much time out of the house yet) but I can see the light, so to speak. There will be no "giving up this is not working" this time. I fully expect to only be packing diapers for Agent A on our next trip.
What I've learned: Don't wait for a "good" time, because there may never be one. I'd been warned not to start too early or too close to a major event. She showed signs of "readiness" (whatever that is) just before Agent A was born (at just shy of 2.5) and I ignored them, because no one in their right mind starts potty training their toddler when they're 36 weeks pregnant, right? Looking back, I should have just ran with it then.
Also, on the topic of "wait until your child is ready" . . . yeah, sometimes that's a load of bologna. Julia might not have been independently "ready" for another year. She needed coaxing. She needed this to be a team effort. She needed me to take it seriously and take charge a bit. And I don't see anything wrong with that.
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| One more spin around our very empty apartment |
What did not help: Listening to stories about how other parents trained their kids by [insert random age here]. Ridiculous commenting threads that always have that one troll who "doesn't understand" how anyone could "let" this happen. People who suggested I should have used EC from the beginning because it worked so well for them. (Um, I'll let you know when I get that time machine up and running.) Books and articles that implied I would cause psychological damage by putting a little verbal "big girl" pressure on her. Mothers of older children making condescending statements how they wished they were in the potty days again. Anyone who voiced a tired version of, "don't worry, it will happen," "she won't go to college in diapers," or "she will learn when she is ready."
Because when it's you, and you're on diaper duty 10-12 times a day between two kids, and you're washing cloth diapers every 48 hours, and you've had to change a child standing up in the bathroom stall one too many times because no changing table in the world is designed for a kid that big, and all of your friends' kids the same age have been out of diapers for over a year, you don't really give a flying chipmunk about such drivel. You are just. so. over. it.
What I will do differently with Agent A: You may expect me to say this experience has made me all zen about the whole process and I will totally relax the next time around and let A decide the pace, whatever that may be. Nope. I plan to leave the potty chair out at our new house (A will be 19 months when we move) and capitalize on his interest in it. (I should probably clarify this by stating that he already does show great fascination with it, and until the last week probably sat on it more times than Julia did. He has also been signing "change" and occasionally retrieving his own diapers or wipes for a couple months now.) I don't expect quick results, and if nothing happens I'm not going to stress . . . but I'm going to see where his obvious curiosity leads. (Yes; I'm aware I just made fun of this idea in the opening of this very post. I'm a walking contradiction; what can I say?)
Did you potty train an "older" child? What worked for you? What kind of (good or bad) advice did you hear?
Thanks for reading and have a blessed day.