Owen, wishing for a little potty.
So, potty training the boys is going quite well, actually. I would say that for the most part, we are done with diapers. They're still in pull-ups at night, but that's okay with me. For now.
Now, our main concern is convincing Owen to let go of his little potty and move to the big potty.
(We don't have to worry about Aidan - he's been using the big potty for awhile now. Yes, he gets naked to use it, but let's deal with one issue at a time here, people.)
Now, I know I could just let Owen continue to use the little potty until he feels "ready" to transition to the big potty. But let me tell you something about "readiness." Readiness is all fine and dandy when you're a parent to one child - maybe two. But once you have that third kid, concerns with readiness go flying out the window. I need this boy to use the big potty, stat. Mainly because I'm tired of having to come home every two hours for a potty break or else cart the little potty around with us wherever we go. But also because one of the best things about finally having all your kids potty trained is not having to carry around a giganto diaper bag with you anymore. And Owen's little potty:
definitely does not fit in my cute little Vera Bradley backpack.
So, in the interest of moving things along, we had a little talk with Owen about using the "big potty" starting tomorrow. This was met with an insistent "No, I no wan use bih poddy. I use lil poddy."
So Scott and I pulled out the big guns - the "Baby in Alaska."
Have I ever talked about the Baby in Alaska here on the blog? No? Well, you're in for a parenting treat.
Generally, Scott and I bring up the Baby in Alaska whenever one of the kids needs to kick a baby habit. For example, Ashley was a binkie junkie, and needed to kick that habit hard. So we invented the Baby in Alaska, who just happened to be in dire need of binkies at the moment. We generated great sympathy from Ashley for the Baby in Alaska by totally overacting about how much that baby NEEDED those binkies. Then, once we convinced her to send them to the baby in need, the Baby in Alaska sent her back a big-kid present as a thank-you gift. In that case, it was a basketball hoop. Thanks, Baby in Alaska!
(I have no idea why the baby is from Alaska. Who the heck knows where we come up with this stuff).
So tonight, we told Owen all about the Baby in Alaska. And how the Baby in Alaska NEEDED a little potty. And how if Owen sent the Baby in Alaska his little potty, she might send him back a present, too.
And he seemed pleased with the idea. Knowing how attached Owen is to the little potty, I was surprised by how easy it was to convince him to give it up. Granted, the Baby in Alaska is a genius parenting move, but Owen is a pretty stubborn little boy.
So I decided to clarify.
"So Owen, we'll send your little potty to the Baby in Alaska tomorrow, right?"
"Yup," said Owen.
"And the Baby in Alaska will send you a present back."
"Yup," said Owen.
"What do you want the Baby in Alaska to send you?"
And do you know what he said???????
"Anonna lil poddy."
Well, crap. (Pun totally intended).
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