I was actually happy to put off potty training for as long as possible—or at least until Jack turned three. I was even thinking it might be easier to just teach himhow to change his own diaper, rather than summoning the patience it takes to wait…and wait…and wait while he says he’s really going to produce something this time. Don’t even get me started on how I feared the prospect of public accidents and clean-ups. Truth told, the boy was a lot better about the whole thing than I was. Since turning two back in December, he’s been observing his classmates at daycare/preschool with mild interest in all things toilet-related, but every time I set him down on the potty he kind of freaked out, or just played with the toilet paper, or used it as a manipulative maneuver to get out of whatever he didn’t want to do (like sleep).
Then, last weekend, Jack suddenly announced, “I want to wear underwear.” The husband and I exchanged worried looks, but figured it was time. So we busted out the Gerber tighty-whities and took a few deep breaths. An accident or two later, Jack was all about the ready-aim-fire. Just call him “I.P. Freely”—because he so totally did. On Monday, we took him to school in underwear and he had NO accidents. On Tuesday, he had one accident. On Wednesday, I took him out to a play-date, where he offended half the park-goers by watering the grass—much to my delight! The big problem: He just wasn’t ready to drop the kids off at the pool. He insisted on doing that in his pants (good times, the clean-up on that one!) or sleepy-time diaper. But by the time a week had passed, well…so had Jack:
I know it sounds crazy, but few things compare to this potty training success. We celebrated by purchasing a bunch of Cars-themed underpants, which Jack is proudly pulling down and up whenever the feeling moves him. Mater and Lightning have gotten into a few accidents…but I think we’re nearing the finish line and I’m just so proud of my boy!
So, that’s probably enough for today…right? Was it good for you, too?
On the FRENEMIES front, I’ll be back again tomorrow with all the details (and pictures; none involving fecal matter, I swear! :-) from the past weekend’s Los Angeles readings at Book Soup and the Hollywood & Highland Virgin Megastore (Rock ‘n’ Read). A quick taste: I met some phenomenally talented authors and booksellers, had a nervous breakdown, read from FRENEMIES with varying degrees of competence, freaked out a lot, enjoyed some amazing musical performances, went completely insane and, um…I still managed to hand in my FAKETASTIC revisions a mere 24 hours past deadline! (More on that tomorrow too.)