Nothing quite goes with a baby like changing diapers. In the last 22 months I’ve done my fair share. I was curious so I looked up the numbers and it’s estimated a baby will go through over 5,000 diapers in the first two years. Multiply that by two and you get a whopping 10,000! But alas, my babies are growing and I’m starting to see a light at the end of the diaper duty tunnel.
For the past several months Lucy has shown obvious signs that she is ready to start potty training. First she started showing interest in the toilet and my use of it. Then she started letting me know when her diaper needed changed. I decided it was time and bought a couple little training toilets.
Lucy picked up the concept right away and has been successfully using her potty at least once a day since it’s arrival. The activity is always met with excitement. We empty the contents into the big potty and watch it flush down. She knows she gets a treat consisting of a chocolate chip so next I get to watch her bare buns waddle in a race to the pantry for the small prize.
Although he’s not ready yet, Karson always celebrates in Lucy’s achievements and I make sure he gets a chocolate chip too. Lucy’s always been a step ahead of him but I’ve found he learns quickly watching and following her lead.
Aside from this occasional, spontaneous excitement, I haven’t really done much to encourage any official potty training. But now this has been going on for so long, I’m starting to feel guilty for not pushing her along more. I guess I really haven’t known how to go about it.
There are so many ways to do potty training. Do we continue to go slow or should we jump in and do one of those intensive 3-5 day stints? She seems so close yet still so far away. It all sounds so messy to me. There are going to be accidents. A lot of them. Do I have the patience for this? Is there any harm in trying something out and abandoning it if we fail?
The thought of saving on diapers might be enough to help me make it through this process. Not to mention ditching the wrestling match that often ensues when I try to put a diaper on her. She hates wearing diapers, another sign that tells me she might be ready. I think I could reason with her that she doesn’t need to wear a diaper if she uses the big girl potty.
And then when Lucy has it figured out, we’ll start all over with Karson although potty training a boy seems even more bewildering to me. At least by then I might have learned some lessons.