I have been, somewhat, against potty training Maxfield. Not that I don’t want him to be able to go on the toilet, but more so as a convenience to us, his parents. As of right now, if we want to go and do something it is simple; we slap a fresh diaper on him and we go.
Once he is trained in the fine art of using the toilet, however, there is no going back. Whenever we want to leave the house there will be a 15 to 20 minute ritual of convincing him that he has to go to the bathroom, even if he doesn’t have to go. This could be inconvenient. There will be the quick trips to the supermarket, that, will turn into long trips, because once we are in the canned goods aisle he will decide he has to go potty and I will have to actually take him to the restroom so he doesn’t backtrack in the whole training regimen. Again inconvenient.
But since he approaching the age of three we need to train him. I am kind of looking at this, as I am the Master Jedi training my young protégé. I am Opee One Canpoopey.
The other aspect of potty training that I do not like is admitting to the fact that my son is getting older. That he is no longer a baby. He is a boy. Part of me, the more "sensitive, I am such a wuss" part of me, does not like admitting this. He is growing up. I have to come to terms with that fact and I guess I have to teach him the proper ways to use his "light saber".
Lauren called me the other day to tell me that she went out and bought some items to entice him to use the toilet. The items are:
“Big Boy Underwear”- to make him think he can actually use the toilet and diapers are for babies.
“Cheetos” as a reward for when he stays dry.
And “Reeces Pieces” as a reward for when actually uses the potty.
My response was. “Cheetos? AND Reece’s Pieces as rewards? I don’t even get that and I stay dry all the time and I hit the toilet 95% of the time.”