Monday, 7 September 2009
Nappies, Wet teddies and the dreaded Potty.
There is terror reigning in our home at the moment. And its all down to a 1.50 potty.
Chrissy is now two and a half, and will be starting playschool in January, so I felt it was time to teach my Mini how to use the loo, rather than nappies.
She's quite a tall girl for 2, and is often mistaken for a 3 or 4 year old, so nappies are being outgrown a little quicker size wise than normal.
I bought her a potty about 6 months ago, and have pointed it out regularly now, but unfortunately she has shown nothing but a casual interest.
I have, for ages, taken her into the loo with me in the mornings, as most times as soon as she could crawl she'd barrel her way in anyway, and so I used this as a tool to show her that big girls like Mummy wear nice knickers and not nappies cos they use the loo instead.
But Mini doesn't want to know.
She had began to rip off her own nappy about the same time we bought the potty, which we were told was a sign that she was ready for potty training. But six months on she still is not interested in the slightest.
I have tried sitting her on the potty after a drink, in front of Maisy or Bob the Builder. I have tried sitting behind her (a brave move due to aim or lack there of) whilst she sits on the potty. I have also tried 25 rounds of Old McDonald whilst she sits on her throne. And how many times has she wee'd in it?
She hates the thing. She literally screams and does that rigid bow legged position often favoured during a tantrum to avoid sitting on it.
Saturday I decided to try direct action.
Whilst in Sainsburys, doing the Saturday shop, I picked up a packet of very nice knickers for her age group. When I got back. I showed her the lovely new Knickers, and handed them to her to have a look at.
I then went to put the rest of the shopping away.
When I went back to the playroom, my daughter had undone the packet and was proudly wearing her "knick knicks" (as she has christened them).
On her head.
So I then told her that I was going to put them on properly, and put them over her nappy, to get her used to them. After an hour, and after another round of the newest mantra in our house of "wees in the potty, not the floor or the pants", I took the nappy off.
I asked her for ten minutes did she want wees.
I put the potty right next to her.
And what did she do?
She sat on it for 5 minutes, stood up and wee'd next to it. In the pants.
We now have pull ups.
But I packed her off to bed in them last night, and tucked her in.
At 10 when I went to bed, I popped in her room to turn her video off, and noticed a smell.
She had taken her nappy off, and wee'd. In the bed. On her Haa Hoo cushion. And her favourite bear that she cannot sleep without.
Ed was summed from his perch on the sofa and we stripped her, her bed, her toys, everything. Luckily we have a plastic sheet or the mattress would've been knackered, but new clean stuff on, I stuck her in our bed, relegating Ed to the sofa. The bedding and bear and cushion was stuck in the machine.
But the first thing she did this morning was ask for her bear, which is still on the line. So as well as having extra washing to get dry in the rain, I also have my daughter throwing massive strops for her bear, and a son bemused by the whole thing. He, by the way, shows much more interest in the potty than his elder sister.
At this rate, she'll be wearing pampers when she sits her GCSEs.
Parenthood. Its a laugh!
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