Success at Last!

I hadn’t posted this phenomenal news from the House of Tot sooner for fear of jinxing something. The fear is now gone, the objective has been met.

Jeff began his new, first shift job on Monday and Sitter Sally suggested it was the opportune time to make another big change as well. No more diapers. I was fearful at first, as SugarLips has shown no interest in the potty what so ever, even crying at times when the suggestion was made to try it out. After much consideration, we agreed; this is the perfect opening to tell him that he will be going to Sally’s house for breakfast and lunch everyday, will be having preschool time each morning, napping at Sally’s in the afternoon…and oh yeah…no more diapers. We’re going cold turkey.

Sunday afternoon I went shopping and bought 14 pair of size 2T-3T underwear in a variety of styles. We had Buzz LightYear, Cars, Spiderman, Superman, Football! I was so excited to get them home and put a pair on those cute little buns. Little did I know I would first have a twenty minute conversation with my 3 year-old on why he thought underwear was “scary”…don’t ask, I still don’t quite understand. After a great deal of discussion and some sneaky jumping on the bed distraction we finally got him into a pair with a huge Superman symbol prominently displayed on his tiny rear. He kept asking for a diaper, but we told him that there were no more diapers so he would have to use the potty and kept our fingers crossed.

Next came the pièce de résistance; The Potty Chart. Sugar and I made a quick trip to the Super Dollar Store and bought our supplies; a big white poster board, markers and sparkly stickers of snowmen, stars and clowns. With each successful “event” a sticker would be earned. My entire plan relied on the notion my son would covet the sparkly stickers.

To spare readers the lurid details I will offer this summary; since Sunday evening we have had no, that’s right NO, pee accidents. This morning he even woke up with a dry pull up (he gets one only for night time sleeping, not naps) and immediately told me in his not quite awake yet, crackly voice that he had to use the potty. Poop is a hurdle we have yet to successfully clear having one accident on Monday evening with no further occurrences as of this morning. I know he has to go though, observing the tell tale signs of constant gas and declarations of “my tummy hurt” this morning. Keep your fingers crossed I come home to celebration tonight and not a grocery bag of rinsed out Spiderman briefs and blue jeans.