7.12.11: Potty Training

I know I'm going out of order as I do have some rather adorable pictures of Rex (I totally forgot to take any of me or Greg) at the wedding last week, but I'm thinking about potty training right now.

Let's just put it this way, today did not turn out like I wanted it to. Part of me was expecting today to be a failure, but I woke up and decided to give it my best go any way.

My sister-in-law has managed to potty train both of her kids on 1 day, and I borrowed her book and figured if she could do I could right? Wrong.

We're counting small successes today. By the end of the day, Rex learned how to pull his underwear up and down and he even sat on the toilet. But he has yet to pee in the toilet.

We started the day off bad. The Book said to have a potty chair, but I think potty chairs are gross so didn't buy one. I let Rex pick out a cool stool instead--Sesame Street. He loves the stool. But that's about it. He stands on the stool and holds his little do-dad and says, "Psss..." but he won't sit on the toilet. So after about an hour of trying to coax Rex onto the toilet, I have this brilliant idea to make my own potty chair. I get out one of our huge stock pots, tape rags around the edges and then tape the tiny toilet insert to the stock pot. I convinced Rex to sit on that for oh...five seconds. Two accidents later, I realize that without a suitable potty that Rex will actually sit on, all my efforts are for not. I put Rex in a diaper and start thinking of people who might have a potty chair I can borrow. My friend Holly came through for me. But before I could get over to her house, Rex had a complete melt-down and went down for a nap. Four-and-a-half hours later, Rex wakes up having soaked through his diaper. I change him, feed him, walk to the grocery store to get a few things for dinner, and then get the potty chair from Holly. Rex and I came home, cleaned it up, and low-and-behold Rex sits on the chair. But no pee. He can't sit still long enough to let the pee come out. So we start making dinner. I look at the clock. It's been 14 minutes since Rex last sat on the potty. One more minute I think. And then I hear an uh-oh. That's right, Rex peed on the table right next to where I was making dinner. So what do I do? I try to sit Rex on the potty to finish his business and then continue making dinner. It cooks out right? Whatever, you don't have to eat dinner at my house. I finished making dinner but had a Relief Society meeting to go to so Rex got to wear a diaper again because I didn't want any accidents at someone else's house. When I got home, Rex watched Sesame Street and refused to sit on the potty. He does not care for my incentives. Finally I remembered that I have popsicles, so he ate one of those while sitting on the potty. He's sleeping in a diaper tonight.

Like I said, small successes. He can pull his underwear up and down and he sat on the potty.

Did I mention that the thing that was going to make today ok didn't work out? Greg had his fourth interview with a new company that I thought would for sure hire him. Nope. They thought wearing a suit to the interview was over the top. Seriously? That's a pretty lame reason if you ask me.