We're not advancing one inch. He holds it all day, asks for a diaper, throws nuclear fits if they are refused, and even repels offers of increasingly expensive rewards. I'm ready to buy the kid a Mercedes if he'll just abandon his diaper in favor of the porcelain. It's become ridiculous, but in the back of my mind I keep thinking of all the repetitive advice I've received: He'll do it when he's ready. (By the way, that advice never goes over well with a Type-A people like Ashely and me.)
He goes #1 with ease and on his own volition. So we continue to wait, hoping that repeated encouragement and prodding will finally break through the concrete and steel barrier that stands between Jack and his graduation into society as a proper defecating member. I never thought that the longest running battle I'd have with my son would be the use of the toilet.
The Stand In
1 day ago
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I once heard this bit of advice: if a child HAS to go #2 in a diaper, then you tell him that he can only have a diaper if he sits on the potty with the diaper on. After that is successful, then you cut a hole in the diaper so that it goes right into the potty. (gross, right?) Then once he is comfy with that, you can move to going #2 with no diaper on.
I am feeling your pain. Brody and I had the worst power struggles over potty training. Elliott was a breeze. Sam will be, too.
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