I’ll admit it. Tornado S was relatively easy to potty train. Sure, there was a whole week that he didn’t understand the concept of underwear are not diapers, but a couple of weeks of naked time, he got the whole concept. He even got the concept of pooping. Sure, he calls peeing poop and pooping green poop. But you get the drift. (Note: Never feed your child grape juice while potty training because the child will become fascinated with the green poop.) All in all, it was an easy ride compared to Tornado E who would go hide to do his deed and I swore he would go to preschool with a pull up so he could poop in it.
Then something changed in Tornado S a couple of weeks ago. He stopped wanting to pull down his underwear and shorts. That was specially a Mommy Job. But Mommy often has a baby in her arms and is trying to do three hundred things at once. Besides he’s THREE; he can pull down his own underwear and shorts. So one day I refused, and he peed his pants. He was horrified and upset. I calmed him, and we reached an understanding. He was a big boy, and he could pulled down his own pants. An understanding.
So I thought.
Then came the dribbling. Tornado S would hold his urine until he couldn’t hold it any more. Then he would dribble a little out and was good to go for another hour or so. Before when you asked if he needed to go, he would answer truthfully. Now, he answers no. Every time. Even with a fresh urine strain on his pants. What the hell?
I get it. He’s too busy being an active kid. Who wants to potty? But seriously, I got to figure out how to teach him to go when his body calls or he’s going to pee his pants.
Then there’s the fact he goes three times a day. He goes Three Times a Day. THREE TIMES! That’s not natural! Ok, obviously this is a punishment from my young camel days when my mom was so sure I was just a day away from a UTI because I never peed. Yeah, pay backs are a bitch.
So anyone with some advice? Good or bad?