He likes to drum in the nakey.
And I am totally letting him because we’re in Potty Training Bootcamp.
You’d think I’d never potty trained a child before. But I have. Three of them, in fact. One was so-so with lots of accidents. One came to me and said, “I want panties” and was trained in a week, and one was easy peasy lemon squeezy because his Darth Vader underwear was awesome. Can you guess who I’m talking about?
But this one. This one is different. He’s trouble. He’s resistant. He’s hiding in corners and going in his underwear. He’s naughty and he’s very happy to have me wipe him and change him and clean him up while he lays around and does nothing.
So, bootcamp it is. I’ve got rewards. I’ve got consequences. I’ve got changes of clothes in my purse. I’ve got stickers and charts and a portable toilet in the back of my van for when we go to the park.
Some days Owlie roams around in just his underwear. And some days he decides even the underwear is too much. Whatever. As long as he does his business on the toilet, it’s all good.
My goal? To never buy a diaper again. To only have to wipe one hiney – my own.
And he can play his bongos in the nudie patootie. Thank you very much Mr. McConaughey for the idea.
How about you? Any great potty training advice you have for me would be muchly appreciated!