Lately, Vito has been taking his naps later in the day. He has also taken to going without pants. We can rarely go on long drives or run errands without two changes of clothes.
We are potty training and it is running our lives.
That may be a bit of an exaggeration. Afterall, we have done this before.
Listen. We are not those types of parents who are trained by their kids. We don’t set timers. We don’t potty train super early. We are legit pros. We have made mistakes and learned practiced techniques in failure with our other two children. Lucky them.
So this time around when Levi stood at the potty and “tried” to pee. I didn’t run out for underwear. I did not stock my cabinets with jelly bellies. I was not to be fooled. I didn’t even flinch.
Little boys in the Torok household are potty trained at the age of three. The time before that is really a gauntlet of defecation that results in nothing but a lot of cleaning and sanitizing our home.
Levi just turned three and he is doing very well. The learning curve seems to be appropriately sloped in our direction.
Naptimes are a challenge though. I have to wait to put his pull up on until after he has his midday….er…movement. The combo of a sleepy, well fed toddler and a pull-up is a backwards slip into the ease of pooping in his diaper. I, for one, am not about to let that happen.
Working from home, I feed him lunch and then wait. We mill around in a game of toilet bowl chicken. He is wondering if I can stand the work delay and I am waiting for the inevitable. Eventually, he gives in and runs for the toilet stripping down to his birthday suit.
It always reminds me of this song.
and we all know how that feels.
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