Make that girls. And they don't actually cry, "Potty"; They cry "I'm makin' pee-pee now!" and "I'm makin' poo-poo now!" And (what a suprise) they do this most frequently at bedtime, typically right after I've put new diapers on them and changed them into their PJ's, or -- more nefariously -- right as I'm kissing them goodnight. Suddenly, they desperately need to sit on the potty or have their diaper changed again. And the law of twin physics applies here: if one of them wants something, the other one wants it too. So if I give in to one child's demands, I'd better be damned ready to do it in duplicate.
This is obviously a stalling technique, right? But the question of how to respond still stymies me. In the interest of potty training, we've been encouraging them to tell us when they need to go / are going / have gone, and I feel like ignoring their pleas just because it's bedtime sends the wrong message. Even if I suspect they don't really mean it. So, I usually give them a chance to sit on the potty, or I check their diaper to see if it's actually wet. (It almost never is, and they pretty much never actually do anything on the potty, except point out various things in the bathroom and ask for toilet paper.)
But, being two-year-olds on the brink of bedtime, this is never enough. They want to go again. They want to stay on the potty just a little longer. They want me to check their diaper again because this time, they mean it -- there really is a wolf. I mean, pee-pee. What am I supposed to say? "You had your chance. If you have to pee, just do it in your diaper?" Is this really the right thing to be saying to a child that you're trying to potty train -- and, in fact, plan to do a three-day potty training bootcamp with THIS WEEKEND?
And what happens once they are on their way to being potty trained and they try to pull this kind of shit? Sorry. That wasn't nice. Let me rephrase. If they're wearing underwear, and ask repeatedly to go to the bathroom -- after already "trying" -- am I supposed to just ignore their requests? And risk soaked sheets and stinky stuffed animals?
I'm hoping this is one more to file under "this too shall pass," and that once they are actually potty trained (or close to it), they will feel a little more in control and at ease about the whole bodily functions thing. As it is, they're a little bit in potty limbo. We've been taking a gradual approach, but haven't been good about being consistent in our efforts -- i.e. having them sit on the potty every night before bed. (We try sometimes, but they frequently refuse.)
Meanwhile, we've been hinting at the idea of underpants, explaining what they are and how they work (?!) and all that. I suspect that this in-between-ness is confusing to them, and maybe even a little bit frightening. The way poor Clio was screaming last night for us to change her diaper -- over and over and over again -- you'd think that her entire sense of security and safety in the world rested on the diaper changing ritual -- one of the last vestiges of "babydom" in her life.
Anyway, this weekend -- starting Friday, that is -- we're going to begin Operation Underpants. (I love how with little kids you get to say "underpants" -- a word that sounds absolutely ridiculous when used in reference to adult undergarments, but that is so perfect for little ones. And I refuse to call them "panties," by the way; I have always hated the word, and it sounds too sexual, to my ears, to describe children's underwear. But that's just me.) We put them in underwear -- sorry, underPANTS -- explain that they need to keep them dry and tell us when they need to go, plop them on the potty when it looks like they're on the brink of going, and reward -- but never bribe -- them with stickers, animal crackers, etc. And we pretty much don't leave the house all weekend. Gosh, it's going to be fun.
But we've got to bit the bullet and do it. Bedtime potty absurdity, aside, I think they're very ready for this, and I am optimistic that at least Elsa will get in the groove pretty quickly. I worry a bit more about Clio, but but if we can at least get one of them headed in the right direction, it will be progress.
Someday, I hope, I will look back at this post and laugh at myself. For being so excited about using the word underpants, that is.