Big Boy Pants - The Return
I hardly dare write it, because I know exactly what happens when you do, but it seems we are at last a nappy free household - during the day at least. And completely driven by Theo.
On Sunday, Lola, one of Theo's friends, showed him her 'big girl knickers'. On Monday at his child minder, Theo insisted on accompanying the other little boy who is a bit older than him, to the toilet. And doing 'big boy standing up wees', which he showed me how to do when we got home that afternoon. I didn't actually know 2 year old boys could wee into a toilet standing up, but there you go. On Tuesday, as I dressed him for the day, he insisted on 'big boy pants'. Given his previous aversion I seized the moment.
He's fairly good at telling me when he needs to go - which is just as well because he absolutely, flatly refuses to go if I suggest that it might be an idea to have a try. This is slightly stressful when we are about to leave the house and I know we will be out for a while. But I'm just going with it.
Any suggestion that going to the loo may have been my idea is met with a complete refusal to go, even if he does actually need to go. I learned this lesson at Sainsburys when he declared he needed a wee half way to the car with a trolley full of shopping. We dashed back in, got to the loo and then as I lifted him out with a 'let's go for a wee', he promptly went rigid and refused to get out. So we went back to car. But he did at least make it home.
If something goes wrong during the pants down process - usually my freezing cold hands making contact with his warm little body - that is another show stopper and he decides he doesn't want to go after all.
So I am having to tread carefully and use complicated reverse psychological techniques and tricks - these involve never actually asking him if he needs a wee, telling him that I need help going to the toilet, asking if he wants to do a standing up or a sitting down wee, rather than just 'a wee'. Oh, and telling him he can have a chocolate button if he has a wee before we leave the house.
But anyway! He's out of nappies and into Big Boy Pants of his own accord. It's exhausting.
On Sunday, Lola, one of Theo's friends, showed him her 'big girl knickers'. On Monday at his child minder, Theo insisted on accompanying the other little boy who is a bit older than him, to the toilet. And doing 'big boy standing up wees', which he showed me how to do when we got home that afternoon. I didn't actually know 2 year old boys could wee into a toilet standing up, but there you go. On Tuesday, as I dressed him for the day, he insisted on 'big boy pants'. Given his previous aversion I seized the moment.
He's fairly good at telling me when he needs to go - which is just as well because he absolutely, flatly refuses to go if I suggest that it might be an idea to have a try. This is slightly stressful when we are about to leave the house and I know we will be out for a while. But I'm just going with it.
Any suggestion that going to the loo may have been my idea is met with a complete refusal to go, even if he does actually need to go. I learned this lesson at Sainsburys when he declared he needed a wee half way to the car with a trolley full of shopping. We dashed back in, got to the loo and then as I lifted him out with a 'let's go for a wee', he promptly went rigid and refused to get out. So we went back to car. But he did at least make it home.
If something goes wrong during the pants down process - usually my freezing cold hands making contact with his warm little body - that is another show stopper and he decides he doesn't want to go after all.
So I am having to tread carefully and use complicated reverse psychological techniques and tricks - these involve never actually asking him if he needs a wee, telling him that I need help going to the toilet, asking if he wants to do a standing up or a sitting down wee, rather than just 'a wee'. Oh, and telling him he can have a chocolate button if he has a wee before we leave the house.
But anyway! He's out of nappies and into Big Boy Pants of his own accord. It's exhausting.
posted by solveig at
9:48 pm
2 Comments:
That's great news. It's so tricky to get it just right
Thank you - We have had a couple of false starts, but fingers crossed this time!
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