Behavior this time of year seems to be its best. With our Elf on the Shelf, Pickles, and knowing that I have Santa on speed dial. I can pretty much get what I want with a quick conversation to Pickles and just acting like I'm going to call Santa. That usually does the trick.
Over Thanksgiving break, I decided that we were going to do potty training boot camp or as Campbell calls it, "Boop camp." I can't believe that I got him trained in three days. Never in a million years would I have believed it after every hair pulling moment I went through to potty train Nolan.
There were accidents... A LOT the first day and I even wondered if it was too soon but by day four we were accident free. We've had random accidents here and there but overall, it's been a very quick and easy transition.
So in an effort to not always use Santa as a threat, I called Santa so Campbell could brag for once. Granddad, um I mean "Santa," was great and for once I actually caught it on film. Gosh, I love this kid.
Showing posts with label potty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label potty. Show all posts
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
This time around
There are a couple of things that I've learned from my experience in motherhood. There are some things that I feel like we figured it out with Nolan and I want to do it the same. Then there's other things that I've realized, "Wow, if I had to do it again, I'd..." Poor Nolan, nothing like being the guinea pig when it comes to your childhood. Isn't that what we all are though, more or less?
One thing I learned to approach a different way is potty training. To put it lightly, it was H.E.L.L with Nolan. We were right in the middle of it when we brought Campbell into the world. Every book on potty training says to not do it when there's a big change in the home, but you know me, I think I can do it anyway. My doctor finally told me with boys to just plan on it not happening until he's 3, and if it happens before then, that I'm one of the lucky ones. I think I just needed to hear that and then I chilled out. Sure enough, on Nolan's 3rd birthday, it was like he was sprinkled with magical potty dust and it all clicked for him.
I've already decided that I'm not even going to push it with Campbell after all that I went through with Nolan. He's way more interested in it than Nolan ever was at this age though. He's seen Nolan use the potty and even sits down on the potty. We just smile and say good job and he's proud of himself just for sitting. The other night he "tried" going potty and I was about to go give him a bath so I didn't put a diaper on him. Can you see where this is going? You guessed it, he gave me a nice little surprise right on the floor. Now he keeps saying, "No poo poo on the floor. Poo poo on the potty."
So tonight we were out playing in the yard with a little inflatable pool for the boys. They were LOVING it. Then we saw Campbell's potty face and I knew we had to get him out of the pool quick. So not having time to put a diaper on him (plus he was soaked), I ran him to the potty more out of convenience than anything else, and 5 seconds later, he poops in the potty! I started screaming because it surprised me so much. I think I scared him to death! Then when he realized I was happy screaming, he was just beaming and so proud of himself. He runs outside naked and tells his daddy, "Poo poo in potty!" Just goes to show you how different each child is when it comes to potty training.
I think it was all just timing on this one, and we have still have a loooong road ahead, but I was just so proud of him. I might just have to potty train him outside this whole summer... it seemed to work! Maybe this time around, I'll be one of the lucky ones my doctor talked about. Wishful thinking...
One thing I learned to approach a different way is potty training. To put it lightly, it was H.E.L.L with Nolan. We were right in the middle of it when we brought Campbell into the world. Every book on potty training says to not do it when there's a big change in the home, but you know me, I think I can do it anyway. My doctor finally told me with boys to just plan on it not happening until he's 3, and if it happens before then, that I'm one of the lucky ones. I think I just needed to hear that and then I chilled out. Sure enough, on Nolan's 3rd birthday, it was like he was sprinkled with magical potty dust and it all clicked for him.
I've already decided that I'm not even going to push it with Campbell after all that I went through with Nolan. He's way more interested in it than Nolan ever was at this age though. He's seen Nolan use the potty and even sits down on the potty. We just smile and say good job and he's proud of himself just for sitting. The other night he "tried" going potty and I was about to go give him a bath so I didn't put a diaper on him. Can you see where this is going? You guessed it, he gave me a nice little surprise right on the floor. Now he keeps saying, "No poo poo on the floor. Poo poo on the potty."
So tonight we were out playing in the yard with a little inflatable pool for the boys. They were LOVING it. Then we saw Campbell's potty face and I knew we had to get him out of the pool quick. So not having time to put a diaper on him (plus he was soaked), I ran him to the potty more out of convenience than anything else, and 5 seconds later, he poops in the potty! I started screaming because it surprised me so much. I think I scared him to death! Then when he realized I was happy screaming, he was just beaming and so proud of himself. He runs outside naked and tells his daddy, "Poo poo in potty!" Just goes to show you how different each child is when it comes to potty training.
I think it was all just timing on this one, and we have still have a loooong road ahead, but I was just so proud of him. I might just have to potty train him outside this whole summer... it seemed to work! Maybe this time around, I'll be one of the lucky ones my doctor talked about. Wishful thinking...
Monday, March 9, 2009
Turn on the light
Nolan has been doing great on the potty for quite some time now but he definitely doesn't like being away from us. Last night I had a party at my house with my girlfriends and he didn't want to leave all the fun but he really needed to go "big potty". He told my sister to come turn on the light for him. She fell for it. First he told her that he needed a magazine and then he made her sit on the stool and talk to him. His poor Aunt Tonya was definitely ready for a break. She said, "That's the last time I ever turn on a light for him!"
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