Watch Where You Step! Toilet Training In Progress!
My daughter pooed on the carpet at our house this week. That’s right. I said my daughter. Not the family puppy. We don’t have one. It was my kid that needed to be “housebroken”. Watch Where You Step… Toilet Training In Progress at our house!
I had bathed Mary in the tub in our Master ensuite and realized I hadn’t brought a pull-up for her (her preference is a pull-up with a pair of “big girl” undies over top, FYI future babysitters). I pulled her out of the tub, toweled her off, then ran to her room to grab more diapers. When I returned, I saw that she had followed me out of the bathroom and into our bedroom and had pooed on the floor. Three lumps of poo in a matter of the minute it took me to run back to her. Three lumps of crap (using a polite word here) on the carpet of the room where I sleep.
I can handle a lot as a parent, but that was it. I didn’t get upset with her and I calmly cleaned the mess, then “Green Machined” the carpet. Repeatedly. But that was a defining moment to start to toilet train her. She’d already shown all the signs of “readiness”. It was time to get serious about toilet training.
Dad To The Rescue
And that’s what I told her father.
Yep, I deferred the whole thing to him. I’ve changed the majority of the poopy diapers in the past two years, because Daddy “couldn’t handle the smell.” Well, if he didn’t want to change diapers, he could teach her to use the toilet.
And a week later, I can honestly say the toilet training was almost complete. My husband’s method was putting her on the toilet every 20 minutes or so. He used a timer on his phone, and she came to understand the ding of the timer going off as time to go to the bathroom. After a few days of that, she didn’t need the timer anymore. She could make out the cues and let us know on her own. She still wears a pull-up (including at night), but she tells us when she needs to go to the bathroom. I was so proud when she even interrupted a shopping trip with Mommy and Daddy to tell us she need to “go potty”.
While writing this blog post, she woke up from her nap, sat with Daddy for a bit then came to find me so I could take her to the bathroom because she needed to poo. As she sat on the toilet, she pointed to me, smiled and said “I. Love. You.”
So there you have it. Even in the restroom, you can have precious parenting moments.