Potty Training | Week Two

It's official! We have a potty trained two year old boy and I don't know how to be more EXCITED for him! After a rough week one, we figured out a solution and he's been rocking it. Not a single accident (except a little dribble when I was cooking in the kitchen) and not a single tear all week long. The happy guy is back and so PROUD of himself.

​Here's how the past two weeks went down...

After our three day weekend of successful potty training, I packed about ten pairs of pants and socks for Lincoln to go to school with. I had no idea how he would do with his busy classroom. He'd already been extra emotional there with some teacher changes so I didn't really want to trigger him. I brought him in that day in a pull up but spoke with his teachers about our successful weekend. 

They do diapers at the same times pretty much each day, so at the first change, they brought him and left the diaper off. He peed just a little bit. He had an accident but the rest of the day went super well. 

And then day two happened and it wasn't so great. He was hysterically crying each time they asked him if he had to go. It was a full-blown tantrum kind of day where I was seriously contemplating every decision I had ever made. I was literally about to throw the towel in. I went home, consulted the Potty Training book I had gotten, and felt instantly better. 

Of course, getting potty trained at home was going to be different than at school. He's not as comfortable. He doesn't necessarily want to go at school. There's a lot more fun going on at school versus home. He knows that noone is going to mess with his stuff at home whereas school, there's seven other kids walking around. 

The big marker for us was the fact that he hated being wet, wanted to be changed, and was uncomfortable. He told the teacher when he had to go, he just didn't want to go. Because of this, I knew that we had to stick it out. He was ready to be potty trained and was fully potty trained at home. It was just connecting it at school and making himself get over the imaginary fear.

My first thing was go get him going at school. I packed some gummies that he loves and put them in his cubby. I wanted him to be comfortable so I told them at I'd come in, take him potty, give him a treat, then be on my way. 

Randomly...yes, randomly, he wanted to go into the handicap bathroom right outside his classroom with me to go potty. I said, sure. And boom. Miracle. We brought in a stool and that was his room. For the entire next week, he only used that bathroom. But he was telling the teachers when he wanted to go and they'd call me and I'd run him in and out. The entire procedure was less than a minute or two total. 

It was just such a fate-filled moment. I didn't offer the large potty or the private room. He had asked, at my wits end I said yes, and boom. Done. 

Then this past week, he started to use his own just because it was easier not to wait for me. Sometimes he asks for a treat, sometimes he doesn't. It's totally whatever he wants to make it work and that's pretty much the story of my parenting skills as well. If he's happy, doing what he needs to be doing, then don't mess with it. 

I guess the moral of my potty training extravaganza is not to push it, follow your kid's lead, and let it happen when it's supposed to happen. I'm glad I didn't push him earlier, but also glad I didn't throw in the towel on day two at school. 

It's been a month and he's now doing it all himself!