I really do think I may have the first child in history who actually might make it to kindergarten still in diapers...So, today was P-Day. Our Grand Finale launch into the diapers BE GONE phase. (if you've read earlier posts, you will know that the potty training has been an ever on-going more misses than hits saga around here...) We did the pep talk. We did the fun spiderman undies. We did the potty practice. All of the pieces were in place. The only thing missing was an actual 'deposit' into the great white potty. We can do this!!
.... I don't know how he did it. He managed to pee, in the undies, in between my 30 second intervals of "do you need to go potty?" "Do you want to do a potty try?" "Are you still dry?"
So, we regrouped, take two. We can do this. Just a minor set back. (After all, we've made it through days of 7+ misses, this is nothing!) We have lots of undies, in multiple super-hero/animal layouts. For try #2 we opt for the sharks. So far so good. We make it through showing number one of the "letter movie." We even make it through lunch. We're still pumped, this is going to work! I come down stairs to change the laundry and check email. Down walks Ben, big smile... and big wet spot.
Minor set back. We can still do this...! (?) We will still do this!! Remember, positive talk - potty training WILL happen today! Diapers are Done! Big boy undies are here to stay! We change, we regroup. We... only put on the undies this time and skip the pants (he LOVES his clothes, so I pull out this last resort of, "You can put your pants on as soon as you go potty in the toilet" - cruel? Maybe a little, but I am starting to grasp at anything by now).
We settle down for showing #2 of the "letters movie" (Hey, he's learning his ABC's and even the sounds - I get some points for that, at least!). I hit the tired wall (you know, that one that kicks in somewhere around mid-afternoon after a series of child-rearing days followed by child-nightmare-consoling nights...). I doze off for a wee bit, only to be shocked awake by the pungent smell of...
No, no, no it CAN'T be that. Please, anything but THAT...
"Ben, do you have poops?" I ask in my trying to be nice and control my last shred of sanity voice.
"Yep, and pee, too!" is his ever-jovial answer as he is sitting, playing pirates on the white (newly professionally cleaned) carpet with evidence of said poop EVERYWHERE.
... How big did you say diapers come?!