If you know me at all you are probably still impressed at how quickly and efficiently C was potty trained. Especially considering that I did not want to potty train him yet. Or ever.
This crappy image is the last photo I have of C in diapers. I took it on June 15 for his daycare’s Father’s Day celebration, with his favourite uncle filling in for the job.
Now look at this (admittedly not much better) photo, taken on July 27st of the same year. As you can see, his adorable little bum is not spoiled by the ugly bulge of Size 7 Pampers. It’s all him, no bustle.
Because of an insane work schedule (and a nasty bout of depression) I didn’t take a single photo between June 17 and July 19, so we can only guesstimate here, but I’d say C went from diapers to briefs in about a month or less.
No fancypants Elmo potty with lights and sounds.
No begging, motivating, yelling or persuading.
What’s my secret?
I took the job to a professional.
C’s daycare teacher said one day “I think C is ready to potty train, why don’t you bring him some undies and sandals next week so I can get him started for you?”
Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I brought them, secretly sniggering to myself about the sandals. For the next few weeks he wore (under)pants in daycare, and I put him back in diapers the second he got home because there were quite a lot of “accidents” coming back home in plastic bags.
Then there were no more plastic bags.
Then one day he refused to relinquish the briefs, and I had to beg him to at least wear his night diapers.
Then 5 nights went by with him wearing the same night diaper, because it was ABSOLUTELY DRY.
Then there was much rejoicing.
C was thoroughly potty trained!
Parents around the world, harried moms and dads, do not despair. Please allow me to recommend my tried and tested method; the easiest, most painless, all around happiest way to potty train your kid: pay someone else to do it for you.
Thank you! *bow*