Grant and the Potty

Today began Mission: Get Grant Potty Trained. He has on occasion "put his pee pee in the potty", but nothing consistent is going on. So, with Grant out of school for the next two weeks for Thanksgiving, I have decided to really give it a go with this potty training thing.

First thing this morning I put Grant in his Diego underwear, which he is quite fond of (but not enough to prevent urinating in them).

After several unsuccessful "sits" on the potty I decided to ask him one last time if he had to go. Of course he replied with a long drawn out, "Noooooooo . . ." but the hint of a smile suggested otherwise.

This is where I should have listened to my maternal instinct . . . but instead I returned to my bedroom to make the bed.

Next thing I know Grant runs in shouting, "Mommy, I made a mess! Mommy, I pee peed!" No surprise here . . . he pee peed all over the leather couch.

Fast forward an hour later. Grant (now in a new pair of Diego underwear) announces, "Mommy, gotta pee pee!" The outstanding mother I am, I rush him to his potty and yank down his underwear. . . and a pile of poop lands on the bathroom floor. Excellent. Pee pee on the couch. Poop on the floor. Diapers are looking real good right now.

I was about to give up and slap on a diaper when I thought about the strategies I use with the students I work with. Twenty minutes and one large glass of milk later, I took Grant back to the potty with my camera in hand. This was the result:














And of course . . . he LOVES it! Because who doesn't like to look at pictures of themself peeing while they are peeing.