My goal was to have only one child in diapers. And in a way, I guess, it kind of happened.
Archer's soooo out of diapers it isn't even funny. Pull-ups? Um... no.
In fact, they very much remain a staple in Archer's daily wardrobe and
I'm beginning to fear that they might always be, because, here's the
thing. My son is deathly afraid of pooping on the potty. Hysterical,
crazy upset by the mere mention of it. Tantrum "I hate your guts, you
bitch!" upset.
No!!!! I won't! I won't! I won't!!!
To say that I'm feeling discouraged would be a gross understatement. Ugh.
Several months ago I blogged about how FUN! potty training was.
Mainly because it took Archer all of three days to master the art of
the pee-on-potty squat. And only a few weeks to master the art of
pee-in-public(ing.) I knew pooping came later so I wasn't too bothered
by the fact that I had to put a pull-up on him to poop in during his
"poop hour" in the afternoons. I figured it wouldn't take long for
Archer to embrace his bodily functions in a mature and adult fashion so
I did as I have always done: I waited.
Five months later
I'm still waiting. And in that time I had purchased all the "pooping in
the potty is awesome!" books I could find. (He thought they were funny
but never felt compelled to poop in the potty because of them.) I
bought him all of his favorite character underwear. Lightning McQueen,
Thomas the Train... I even made up songs about my own poop and how much
fun it was to flush it down the toilet. (Just wait. You'll totally do
it, too.)
The bribes have gone from...
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