I've neglected a key topic on my blog.
If you're going to name your blog 'SuperSmartMama', people are going to expect that you're going to write about being a mother!
I've been so fixated this spring on working my fitness and nutrition, that I haven't spent much time blogging about THE most important job I have these days. So I am going to start spending a little more time talking about motherhood.
And the topic this fine Monday is potty training.
My son will be three in a mere six weeks. His Montessori school started his potty training back in March, but we've been terribly inconsistent with the training at home. I could give you the excuses, but I won't.
The short story is that my husband and I are now SERIOUS about this training. And it started this weekend. We've had two potty stations in our house since March (one for the upstairs, and one for the downstairs), and we've been using pull ups, but we've been spotty about how consistently we have our son use the potties at home because we're rarely home on the weekends. And we've been on three different trips out of town since the potty training started.
With no trips on the horizon, we are clamping down. Last week, on the recommendation of his Montessori teacher, I went out and bought some training underwear. They are lightly padded, but not meant to keep wetness in.
Saturday morning, I explained to my son that we were going to do the same potty training they do at school, but we would be sitting on the potty at home, and I pulled out the "big boy underwear". No more diapers, I said. You're a big boy now (a phrase that I use all the time with respect to other achievements he has made).
Since he had just woken up, after putting on the big boy underwear, I walked him to the bathroom, pulled the underwear down, and asked him to sit on the potty. I pulled out an hourglass (the duration is 4 minutes) and told him that he had to sit on the potty until the sand ran out of the top half of the hourglass. Then I proceeded to read one of the books I had stocked in the bathroom the night before.
After the four minutes were up, we checked for any business (none), pulled up his pants, washed our hands, and went downstairs for breakfast.
Every morning, my son likes to go in the pantry to "look" for what might pique his interest for breakfast. It almost never changes, it's always waffles, so while he was in the closet, I got a waffle started in the toaster. My son announces he'll "be right back" and closes the pantry door. I figure he's going to come out in a minute and tell me about the dragon he just fought in the pantry, but instead he opens the door, and asks "What happened, mama?" I sorta glance over, but not really, because he asks that question all the time, and half the time nothing has happened. But he asks again so I come over and look and I see that he has peed and his underpants are wet and his legs are wet (thank goodness I didn't put any pants on that morning!).
It was a good first lesson. I hope.
I'll let you know if we make any progress. This weekend, I washed eleven pairs of "big boy underwear". It's going to be a fun potty training season.
Do you have a toddler? Have you begun potty training? If you have older kids, do you remember your potty training experiences?