toilet train my kid

Another medical appointment scheduled for tomorrow. Wish me luck, I am sick of cleaning up shit all day every day.

We seem to have the medical side of things under control now, so hopefully the rest will follow.

After all this, I have to say that getting them to do it at their own pace is the only way you can really do it.

i am giving up

Okay. I can get her to the point where she’ll use it for urine, but not for BMs. I don’t know what the deal is. Why would it be more fun to defecate in your pants than to use a toilet? I just can’t get behind the three year old mentality here. I have nothing. And she’s almost three now, so people are starting to give me dirty looks that she’s not totally in panties yet.

He can stay in diapers forever.

Now it’s my husband’s turn.

I was handicapped from the start. By the time I got back to the United States, they’d already started. Rewards for going to the potty-really expensive pullups that had princesses on them. Ones that not only could I not easily afford, but that I had to drive well out of my way to purchase.

Now, she’s halfway there. She’ll go to the potty-but only once she’s made a mess in her pull-up, and only in order to get a nice pull-up when she’s done. I’ve tried giving her diapers afterwards when she goes in the pull ups, but then she nixes the potty idea at all. What to do?

I’ve tried it all.

We went to Balmorreah to go swimming and forgot the swim diapers. I took off his diaper and told him to go pee on a tree. Worth a try, I thought. He walked over to the tree, naked, and started grunting. Pretty soon he peed and then a giant pooh came out of his butt. I don’t think anyone noticed until I started squeeling, ” Good Boy, Henry!” After I disposed of the pooh we enjoyed a relaxed swim.