Crappy Baby is potty trained. I kept meaning to incorporate that in a post and then I sorta forgot. Until today.
He hasn’t worn a diaper since May. I kept drawing him the old way and will continue to draw him the same because drawing underwear is hard.
Plus, I never promised accuracy. In fact, today he looks much more like this:
And that just takes way too long. Plus, now that I think about it even that isn’t accurate. He prefers to wear his underwear backwards because the cool pictures are on the back and he likes to see them.
Now that I’ve brought up the topic, I can share a few tidbits about potty training the 2nd time around.
It has been slightly different.
Remember this post about potty training and public toilets?
Well Crappy Baby added an extra special plot twist:
At first, he required being completely naked to pee or poop. Even in public. Shoes too.
Have you seen the floors of public restrooms? Like the ones at gas stations? I fear for the health of his feet.
And as many people mentioned in the comments of that post, auto-flush toilets are evil. He hates them. (Fortunately, thanks to the comments on that old post I already knew the post-it note trick and the wet tissue over the sensor trick. Thanks!)
And potty training was not without a few accidents. One of the memorable times was when we were at Wendy’s house. This happened:
I was telling her how he is potty trained now. While he peed on her floor in the next room. Nice.
(He also peed on the back steps at her daughter’s birthday party while he was eating cake last week. The first accident in ages. It is her fault. Her house is way too fun and the cake was way too tasty. Nobody should be expected to make it to the bathroom under those “having too much fun” conditions. Not even me. She knows what that means.)
And as luck would have it, he got diarrhea shortly after the diapers came off:
Bad timing. (Also? Poop water! Is that not the best name for diarrhea ever? I’m calling it that from now on. “Sorry, I can’t hang out tonight, I’m experiencing poop water.”)
And this is what he said to me today, which is what reminded me to write this post:
He likes to be alone! Totally different than Crappy Boy who wants to chat the entire time.
So yeah. Potty trained. But the pictures will stay the same. For now.
You’ll just have to now see them as underwear instead of diapers.
It will be our little inside joke.
Yay! Now when people ask me, “Why is he still in diapers?” I can just refer them here. (And if you were referred here by me I hope you weren’t an asshole about it. Judgy and shit. I hate that.)
We have one of those Toilet Seat Potty Seat combo things on our toilet so both kids just use the big one. No potty chairs to clean out.
And in case you are curious, we pretty much use the method outlined by Oh Crap. Potty Training who happens to be a sponsor of this here blog. But it isn’t really a method. More like a philosophy? Anyway, it worked for us. No bribes. No stickers. No shame. No charts. No stress. It works too well actually, this post would be much better if I could complain about how hard potty training is. Sorry to disappoint. I’m sure they’ll do stuff that pisses me off next week though. Probably they’ll break something or set the couch on fire. Fingers crossed.