Saturday, July 24, 2010

Adventures in Potty Training- Part 1

I never thought the Munkin Man (aka my two year old) was going to ever be out of diapers.  I was convinced he wasn't going to be allowed to go to kindergarten because he was still going to be wearing them at age five.  Imagine, then, my surprise, when I found out that he had been holding it in during our entire six-hour car trip from Michigan to Joliet, Illinois, and then proceeded to pee in the toilet as soon as we entered our hotel room!  Mr. and I looked at each other, amazed, and at that point we knew that our precious little Munkin was going to be just fine for kindergarten.

I called up my bestie and toilet training veteran and told her about what happened in the hotel room.

"I think he's ready to start potty training,"  I told her.

"Ugh.  Really?  Please don't use that word," she replied.

Oh yeah.  Bestie doesn't like the "P" word (potty).

"Sorry.  Toilet training," I sighed.

"Great!  What's your plan?" was her reply.

Oh, shoot.  I didn't really think about having a plan.

Not having a clue as to how I should go about doing this, I spent hours and hours online Googling "How to Potty Train".  Most of the articles I found were interesting, yet none of them really appealed to me.  Instead, I decided that I was just going to strip the Munkin naked from his waist down, and vigilantly watch him, throwing him on his Froggy Potty as soon as I saw any hint of liquid come from him.  Bestie thought that was a good idea too, as did Mr., so that became The Plan.

Tuesday morning, Munkin woke me up by standing at the gate in his doorway and saying "Mommy, help-a ME! TWYing!", as he was attempting to climb over the gate.  As usual, I stumbled into his room (I am NOT a morning person), and took off his diaper.  This time, though, I didn't put a new one on.

"Change-a diaper, Mommy?", asked my little Munkin (I swear, he has an Italian accent, but there is not a drop of Italian in him!)

"Nope, buddy, today you're going to pee in the potty!", I chirped happily to him.

"No potty ev-airhhhh," he replied in his best French accent

Hm...this is going to be harder than I thought, I thought to myself.

The morning went on, and I kept staring at my son's groin like some kind of creep, sure that at any second he was going to start to pee and I could throw him on the potty (Sorry, Bestie.  I mean, pot).  Nothing happened.

Three hours later I was checking Facebook as any good mother with two young children should be doing, when all of a sudden Munkin exclaimed "Potty!" and ran over to the frog.  Without saying a word, he sat down on it, filled it, and jumped up with his hands in the air like a gymnast who's just stuck his landing. 

"I peed, Mommy!!" he trilled with a huge smile on his face.

"You peed, Munkin! I am so proud of you!" I beamed back to him.

"No, Mommy, so proud of YOU!"  he whispered back.

Yeah, I'll take credit for that one, buddy.  Thanks for making it easy on me!


  1. Great for Ben! I agree, POTTY is a disgusting word, and even more so when adults talk about going to the POTTY themselves!! :)

  2. How is potty training coming along??