Call Batman! I need help: To potty or not to potty?
Someone call Batman. I need help!
To Potty or not to Potty that is the question.
For a few weeks now I have suspected that Pickles is ready for Potty Training. She ticks all the boxes in the ‘are they ready yet?’ Potty Manual and more. She knows when she is doing a poo and has had (what Hubby and I have aptly named) ‘Poo Corner’ for over a year now.
Then this morning…
With my head down losing myself in Facebook, Pickles came up to me wanting to take her top off. Then she was tugging at her trousers trying so hard to get them off. When I next turned around she was comfortably in ‘Poo Corner’.
Pickles has been telling me for about a week now when she has done a poo. She tries to take her nappy off all the time, she hates poo changes and after getting out of the bath, she promptly wees.
Anyway, I said nothing and moments later…”Mummy, Mummy” and pointing to her bottom she said “Poo”. I asked her if she had done a poo and she smiled back at me with a “yey”. Now this entire scenario has never happened before. On reflection, she obviously wanted her trousers off as she was aware of needing to do a poo and did not want to do it in her nappy. Two more poos today (none needing her clothes off) and I am now confused.
Pardon the toilet talk guys.
The problem: Is Mummy ready? Is Pickles ready?
I am aware I need to be ready for this and I have come prepared with my trusty manual of ‘Potty Train in a Week’ but should I do it? Ohhhhhhhh the pressure!!!!!!!!
Should I make a date next week or the week after and hide away from the world in an attempt to potty train Pickles. ‘Be afraid’ I told myself, ‘very afraid’. I am not a squeamish person, blood – no worries, I love CSI, I love Dexter, but poo, be it baby, adult, dog..I am crap at it (pardon the pun). I hate it. You would think after two years of dealing with it that I would be OK, and I am…when its in a nappy. The thought of it on the carpet…oh woah is me!
I began eagerly reading the Potty Training book this afternoon and realised that I have made a massive, I mean, according to Gina, MASSIVE boo boo when it comes to toilet training. A big NO NO is introducing a potty until you potty train. We have had a potty sitting in the toilet for months. Pickles sits on it all the time and pretends to do ‘wee wee’, but when it came to trying it over the last few days for real, all I got was a big “noooooo” from Pickles.
Ahhhhhhhhhh, help…my potty training has flown out the window, taking off after a flock of birds.
Help, help, help. If you are a friend of Batman, can you get him to email me? And if your a friend of Gina Ford, can you get her to call me. And if your none of the above, I would love your ideas.
Best
Jay Marie
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