hardcore

My apologies to The Mayor of 2023 who when reading this as a 16 year old will probably be utterly and completely embarrassed. But when this is all said and done and just a distant memory, I don't want to forget.

This morning we decided to go hardcore with the potty training because for months we have been trying and we haven't made any progress. The Mayor woke up around 8:30 and instead of putting a fresh diaper on him, we put him in a pair of big boy underwear. Logic told me any accident he had in the underwear would upset him and hopefully trigger him to put 2 and 2 together so when he needed to go to the bathroom, he would go in the potty. Before he was finished with breakfast, he had already had his first accident. And instead of it upsetting him, he just walked off towards his toys. He walked like he was riding a horse so the wet underwear wouldn't touch him, but he was perfectly content in keeping them on. By 9AM he was in his 2nd pair of underwear and we started the timer on the microwave for 20 minutes. We told him when the timer went off, we were going to go to the potty. About 15 minutes later, accident number 2 occurred. This time he was wet and dirty...and still perfectly content with continuing to play in his soiled underwear. A small battle ensued to get the dirty underwear off and the pull-ups on. I may have been willing to be hardcore but I can only handle so much laundry in one morning.

Every 20 minutes for the next few hours, we attempted to go to the bathroom. We bribed him with candy, brownies and even one of his Christmas presents. Nothing. I was even mean enough to eat a brownie in front of him in an attempt to get him to go the bathroom telling him he could have one if he would just go pee-pee in the potty. He would sit on the toilet every time but immediately say "I'm done" and want to get off.

I asked D if we were going to have to send a package of pull-ups with him when he moved off to college.

Finally, hours later, The Mayor went pee-pee in the potty! He was so proud...and so were we. We left his bathroom and immediately went downstairs where he excitedly exclaimed "I get a special treat!" He sat down and ate that brownie with pride. We still have a long way to go, but we are finally making progress.

checking out his big boy underwear

so proud! And eating his "special treat"