… Or, perhaps he can just wear fashionable PullUps until he is 21.
Apparently when Louis got home last night he suddenly became very much against the potty in all its forms. He whined, he fussed, he didn’t want to go to the potty or even entertain the notion. He stayed dry until bedtime, although he was dressed for bed kind of early so really, we’re talking ninety minutes, max.
Then this morning they tried him on the potty three times & nothing.
I have decided, with the help of yesterday’s comment from TorontoNanny, that Louis is a some sort of hippogriff-style beast when it comes to potty training. He poops like a hamster, has the bladder of a camel, and is stubborn as a mule.
When he arrived here he peed on the potty for me after some token resistance (whining “noooooooo!”, which was met cheerfully with a “how about yes!” and then a guided
death march jaunty stroll to the potty.) He peed again about an hour later.
The fug. My miserable head cold is finally clearing, so at least I could identify it when it was happening, but Louis has developed the habit of having his Little Moments while kneeling upright. There is no way that you can kneel upright on a potty. NO WAY. Now, another kid in my care actually sits on the toilet with his feet planted on the seat – yes, really – and while it looks as awkward as hell it works well for him… but kneeling? There just isn’t a scenario where I can make that work for him. So this is going to take a lot longer than a week, because his body honestly doesn’t have the first clue how to let go in a sitting position.
Which is hard, because he had two poop accidents today, and both occurred when I stepped out of the room for a minute. It’s hard not to think that is deliberate, especially since he’s already proven he can hold it for days (before this morning, his last poop was on Saturday. SATURDAY. Kid is a machine.)
All I can do is try to catch the moment when it happens, clean up when I miss it, and hope we can at least keep the pee going where it needs to (no wet accidents today, so that’s good, anyway).
But in all honesty, if by Friday the little geezer just notices that he has soiled himself and then asks for help, we will be streets ahead of where we are right now.
I picked a fuck of a week to give up junk food while I’m working, I know that.