I am sure that nobody is interested in my youngest son”s potty habits but I am and this is my blog, so I’ll blog about it. The last time I visited this subject, I thought I had my son pottytrained and comfortably in underwear last summer when he was 2 and a half. He and I, for example, flew on a plane to Denver, spent four days and four nights and flew home all without a diaper bag or an accident. He continued his dry ways for the next four months or so much to my delight.
And then something happened about a month ago. ..
His early-warning system that told him pee was coming began to break down and then short-circuited altogether. One night I changed 9 pairs of wet underwear and pants. Another night, I changed seven. I tried being patient and understanding. I then tried being angry and upset. Mostly I was frustrated.
But as I keep telling myself in the heat of the moment, Don’t lose sleep over things that will work themselves out on their own. My son is going to be pottytrained sooner or later. Afterall, he’s not going to college in diapers.
My wife and I talked it over and decided to stick to our guns. We were committed to keeping him in underwear and not go back to diapers or pullups. I feared that my angry/upset approach was counterproductive so I tried to make bathroom breaks fun again. We would bang open the bathroom door by using his little butt as a battering ram. Then we’d flip on the light switch using his stocking feet and then close the door using his skull.
Turns out, we had hit a three- to four-week bump in the road and now things are back on track. In fact, they are so on track that yesterday my son went to the bathroom by himself; lifted the lid, lowered his pants, and went pee without help. And then he came out and told us about it.
He is back to dry underpants and I am back to being a satisfied Dad.