Being 6 months pregnant I was hoping to put off potty training with the 2 year old terror until after the baby arrives. I’ve heard it takes longer for boys. I really don’t fancy cutting the toddler terror out of pooey pants (a joy I have heard of). I really, really, don’t fancy being in the middle of shopping, in the jam aisle, to hear “Mummy I poo poo” then rush to the toilet to have it fall on the floor (true story happened to one of my friends).
However, in the spirit of a long lead time before the hardcore training began, I have been popping the toddler terror on the toilet, he does watch both me and daddy (fairly intently, its worse than when we had a cat follow us into the loo) and I have been gifted a couple of potty training books, our personal favourite being Pirate Pete’s Potty. All this did not prepare me for what happened today.
Off we went for a coffee date with a friend and her 1 year old, cue sitting on the grass, chilling out with a latte (decaf of course) watching the toddler terror show his little friend how cool it is to be able to walk and run around. And then he found the hole. A shallow hole. Filled with sandy mud that only those who have been in Dubai will know about. He played with the hole merrily for a while, filling with leaves, then removing the leaves, and adding sticks, and removing them. You know, the sorts of things that toddlers do. Next moment over he comes running over “Wipe Mummy” bemused I hand him one. Off he runs back to the hole.
Then the strange part.
He sits on the hole AS IF IT WAS A TOILET! And pretends to wipe himself. Oho I think, he is just role playing while having a poo in his nappy.
Much hilarious laughter from my friend later, I nearly thought she would wet herself, he comes running back over to me.
“Nappy off Mummy”
Needless to say I didn’t remove his nappy in the middle of the public grassy area, but took him to the toilet where I did remove his nappy. And he did sit on the toilet. And no he did not poo. And no he did not wee. But he did wipe himself. And flush. And wash his hands.
So, potty training is imminent. But I’m still hoping that its a little while off yet, my pregnant nose can’t cope with the thought of poo on the floor!You can follow our adventures from the sandpit (and beyond) over on Facebook, see you there!