Potty-training a boy is like trying to potty-train a litter of puppies. You never know where to start, everything is confusing, and there is pee all over the ground.
Let’s start from the beginning, as in before Kashius was born. I have four girls. Training four girls to use the toilet was not peaches and cream, but it was for-damn-sure easier than training a boy. The girls liked the potty. They liked what it stood for and they loved being praised for using it. My oldest was potty-trained, (number one and two) by her second birthday; all four girls were fully potty-trained, (day and nighttime) before they were three! I am not kidding.
Then came Kashius.
I had always heard boys were harder to potty-train, but I did not want to believe it. Hell, I am like the potty-training guru! I know the exact protocol for potty-training, I have the potty-dance game on lock, my routine is rock-solid and just because I have a boy, ain’t nothin’ gonna change!
Around twenty months old, we started to get Kashius familiar with the toilet. Some say that is too early, but my girls all did it, so he was going to, too. Every time Kashius went near a toilet, he freaked out. He would scream and run away like it was evil… as if the toilet was going to steal his soul right through his butt.
My girls LOVED using a potty-chair, so I ran out and got two for Kashius to try. Whenever we sat him on the potty-chair, he would scream bloody murder until we took him off. After a while, he would start to warm up to the chair. One day I was looking for him and he was in the bathroom! But, oh no, he wasn’t sitting on his chair. He had torn his seat apart, had the mouth of the seat on his head, and was drawing on the other part. I was over it.
Another thing I thought was hindering his potty-training was the damn DIAPER! Diapers were his comfort-zone, his safe place. As long as he could poop and pee in a diaper, he felt secure. He had potty-chairs all over the house, but would rather hide in the corner while taking a full dump in his diaper, and carry on as if nothing had happened.
So guess what I did? I took his diapers away… and guess what he did? He started crapping on the floor and even behind the curtains of hotel windows when we were on vacation. I literally could not win. I continued to keep his diapers away, only letting him wear them at night. Finally, he started pooping on his potty-chair! I guess once you’ve pooped your undies so many times, you decide to give the chair a try. However, he still continued to pee through his clothes daily, it’s as if wet clothing is normal! Kashius did not give a heck about being wet. Once again, I gave up! I stopped pushing him to pee in the potty all together and one day, like magic, he started to tell us when he had to go potty! Glory to God, Hallelujah! All I needed to do was let him decide when he was ready, and whoop there it was!
Those sneaky pull-ups were still causing problems. If he had a pull-up on from the night before and it’s morning, he still happily wets it until it’s overflowing. I am was perplexed. We started making sure to take his pull-up off as soon as he wakes up in the morning and it seemed to do the trick. My boy is officially day-time potty-trained at two-and-a-half!
Kashius is three-years-old, still wearing pull-ups at night and still gets his overnight pee on. He wakes up in the morning and comes into my room, kisses me, says, “Good morning mommy” and the stench of pee fills the area. Then he says, “Oh, my pull-up is full. Let me change it.” Then he changes it himself. Shame, shame, shame.
Two weeks ago, we ran out of pull-ups and decided not to buy them anymore to see what happens. We started making sure to take him to the potty before bedtime. Just like that, the overnight wetting stopped! I finally see the light at the end of the tunnel… until the dark clouds set in.
Today we encourage Kashius to take himself to the potty and pull down his own pants and get on the toilet. He does not stand up and pee yet, that is a whole other beast I am not yet ready to tackle. On his way to the potty, he pees on his clothes and shoes, runs down the hallway and pees all over the floor trying to get to the bathroom. Or, he just pees on himself and thinks we don’t notice.
Last week, as he was peeing through his shorts and new shoes, (because he waited until the last minute to go) he was saying, “I got it, mom! I’m going, I’m using the bathroom, I got it!” I could have died.
I now believe what everyone was saying about potty-training boys. This sh*t ain’t easy. He is laying by me now and I am almost certain he’s peed just a little in his underwear. But, there is no going back to a pull-up, he will only go forward!
To all of my boy-moms getting ready for potty-training, I am of no help. I have no tricks, no special dance or song. As a matter of fact, if you have any pointers, please share them with me! Ha!