The little potties have still not arrived, and I debated whether we were even going to attempt training today. But when we got back from taking the girls to school, Ryan asked to sit on the potty.
I figured I better capitalize on his interest, so I put both boys in big boy underwear and set the timer. They both had wet diapers when I changed them, so I figured I was good for a couple of minutes while I ran some laundry upstairs. Unfortunately, I figured wrong.
A sudden chorus of “uh-oh, wet! oh no!” rang out from the living room. By the time I got back downstairs, Ryan was hopping up in down in a small puddle and Joel was running around in circles shouting “Ryan, wet! Oh no!”
I took Ryan into the bathroom and cleaned him up. When I poked my head out to check on Joel, I saw him standing still looking down at his pants. He looked up at me for a second and then said, “uh oh.” We both looked down. A small puddle was forming between his legs.
What followed is a blur. I actually can’t remember the details. It just seemed that every where I looked, another little boy was peeing on my floor. The floor was littered with small, wet, boxer briefs, and it felt like I had been cleaning and changing boys for hours.
But then the oven timer went off, so it turns out the pee-spree had only lasted thirty minutes. Thirty minutes I didn’t want to repeat any time soon. Or well, ever.
It was back in diapers for the boys, and back to the kitchen for me for a well deserved Coke. We’ll start potty training again when the little potties come. Probably.
I would vote to wait until it is warm weather! Then just turn them lose outside naked with the little potties accessible. Worked like a charm for G :)
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