...This is what happens:
(FYI, JJ calls McKenna Paca. When we first brought her home from the hospital he couldn't say McKenna, it would just come out, "Paca." So it has stuck. Also, McKenna is doing her happy pterodactyl impression.)
Now for an update on the potty situation:
I was so worn out and fed up over the whole thing last Friday that I decided to give up and put him in Pull-ups. But after about a day of that I realized that he really was getting close to getting the number 1 down. It would be a huge waste to do all of that work and then to just give up.
I've decided that the best course of action is just to give up on the number 2's. I haven't brought it up in almost a week. He still talks about his big boy bike every now and then, but he has never been on it. He knows that when he poops he can ride it. For a while I was torn about how much pressure I should put on him to go. One mom in my neighborhood told me that she sat her child down on the potty and made her stay there until she pooped. FOR 2 HOURS (!!!) I can see that approach working if it is just a battle of wills, but for JJ it really is an anxiety issue.
He is really and truly terrified of going poop on the potty. Or in his words, "The poops are scared." I hope that one day his desire to ride a cool, new bike outweighs his fear, but for now we're letting it go.
I think we are all a lot happier and calmer about this new approach. Just today we spent the whole morning at the Children's Museum, and we never had an accident. He is starting to get the hang of it. Now I'm going to start stretching the times between potty trips. Right now it is every 20-30 minutes. Tomorrow I'm going to shoot for every 35-40 minutes. I know we will have accidents again, but I also think it's the only way to learn.
2 days ago