So, I have to admit something—up until recently, I was feeling pretty good about myself, in terms of the whole parenting thing. I mean, sure, it’s really a “learn on the job”-type gig, but with rare exception, I wasn’t really questioning my skills.
Like I said, UP UNTIL RECENTLY.
As many of you know, my son T is rapidly nearing the age of 3, and we’ve decided it’s time to start potty training him. Now, I’m not going to mince words--My kid is pretty smart. He does not let anything get past him [insert various books and songs memorized here, conveniently omitting “Disturbia” and some questionable mid-90’s rap I played in the car while I THOUGHT HE WAS SLEEPING], and I suspect he may be cracking the code to cold fusion EVEN AS I WRITE THIS.
I kind of thought, therefore, that potty training him would be a breeze, but it seemed that he was, shall we say, resistant to the process. By which I mean, said process was in fact an unmitigated failure. J and I decided to give it a rest and revisit Operation: No More Diapers in a few months.
As luck would have it, I was contacted in the interim by Pull-Ups; they asked me if I would be willing to serve as a “Potty Ambassador,” which does not come with diplomatic immunity, but does come with free Pull-Ups, compensation, access to potty training experts and the opportunity to share my experience of potty training T with you all over the next few weeks.
Naturally, I accepted, because people? Potty training is…challenging. I’m flying blind here, and I need all the help I can get. This is a dream come true, in that it’s LITERALLY like someone paying me to go to the dentist, or work out, or something.
One of Pull-Ups’ goals here is to make potty training less of a chore, and I plan to use every tool they’re offering me to make it so. In terms of preparation, I’ve spent the past week telling T (with an almost alarming level of enthusiasm) that he’s going to start using the toilet soon, and I’ve stockpiled his favorite stickers and candy. (Bribery: Huzzah!) The Pull-Ups are here (thanks again, Pull-Ups!), as are the “big boy” pairs of underwear for when he’s ready. I’ve printed out a customizable progress chart for him, too. There will hopefully be some laughs, no tears, and considerably less scrubbing of pee from my formerly nice rug this time around. Oh, there will also be a contest, and some dancing (definitely T, POSSIBLY me, God help us all) in weeks to come.
I hope you guys will join me as I recount T’s progress, reporting back to you as he makes the transition from diaper to toilet over the next few weeks. I’m nervous, but excited, and need all the support I can get. I’d love it if you’d share with me any advice/potty training stories you think would help/make us laugh. I need it all!
As noted, I am being compensated by Pull-Ups for my role as spokesperson, however the opinions and feelings expressed here are my own. Become a fan of Pull-Ups on Facebook!
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