Potty Training

When we told Henry that we were going to start potty training, this is what he did.

No, seriously. The kid was NOT interested in the potty. We had one of those little ones, you know, the kind that was separate from the actual toilet. I think it scared him. We hoped he would like it when we brought it home a YEAR AGO. It was something we thought he might come around to. He didn't.

Before this last weekend, this was the extent of his interest in the bathroom-

That said, we think we tried every way we could to make this work. We made him sit on the potty every hour. We made him walk around without clothes on (now you know why I need new carpets...), we tried bribes, we tried punishment. Nothing worked.

So last weekend we spent 3 days at home. THREE DAYS. We didn't do anything. We pooped. We peed. On the potty. Every 10-15 minutes. By the end of the day he looked at me and said, "I don't have to poop mom, okay?" And by the end of the second day he was exhausted. By the end of the third day? He was telling us when he needed to go to the bathroom.

POTTY. TRAINED. I have some pictures, but in an effort to keep my kid in my good graces, I won't post them. He is playing with a train and wearing a bow in his hair. What? It was what he wanted that day. It was a good day anyway.