Underpants. I want underpants. Dry ones specifically. I don’t ask for much, really. Just dry underpants ON my three year old.
We are in the midst of conquering another milestone here in the Morningside household (although, this one has been dragging on for awhile now): potty training. And we are really (I mean it this time) just about there. We’re rounding the last bend: all of us cheering wildly behind my three year old, toddling ahead with his potty in tow. At the end of the finish line, a wonderful prize awaits… dry - wonderfully dry - underpants.
Yup, my kid knows all about where to put his business when he needs to go. And he is certainly a pro when pants-less. But alas, we cannot go through life pants-less (much to the dismay of every boy in this household). However, as soon as I put him in underpants, his training switches off and his “diaper brain” switches on. He goes right in them with not a care in the world. Ho hum. Pee. Poop. Whatever.
So while we wait for him to piece it all together, those underpants are staying on. As “used” pairs are peeled off and new pairs are pulled on throughout the day, we bait him with special treats and put on one heck of a show when he happens to get it right.
I think we went through nine pairs yesterday. Today? We’re on our fourth pair. But I haven’t checked since I started typing this. We may be onto pair number five.
Yesterday my husband mentioned my last post. And while he is also feeling a little misty about our babies growing up, he got all “glass is half full” on me. He pointed out just how CLOSE we are to finally being diaper free. He makes a fantastic point. I am trying to picture life without the regular costs of pull ups, the mess of bodily functions and finding them just about… everywhere. The smells, the squishes, the sanitation issues, the “whoops mama I made a stake (mistake)!”
We are SO close. The end is in sight. I can see dry underpants flapping their reward in the breeze at the finish line. Until then, I will keep washing basket fulls of dirtied little boy skivvies that need a super soapy hot water cycle asap. But. I’m hopeful.
*Sigh*
…Dry underpants.
Oh but guess what? I just checked. Underpants pair #4 are good to go. No change needed. So close I tell you. SO CLOSE.
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Morningside Mom, your posts are hilarious. I am always retweeting you.
And with two three-year-old boys, I can’t relate to this one more. One’s pretty much got it down, but the other is VERY hit or umm, miss. (It was an effort to use the m instead of the p there.)
Cheers, Bridget
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Yep, if you’re at that point, you’re so super close. Hoping it’s right around the bend for you!
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WOO!
To dry underpants and fewer loads of laundry! And once you’ve got that down pat, it’s making sure the little guy knows to lift the toilet seat and pee in the water. My son, 3-1/2, sometimes forgets and there’s nothing worse than sitting down on a wet toilet seat. Of course, he also knows exactly what he’s doing and will sometimes “paint” the shower curtain while he pees too - lovely.
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Once the underpants remain dry, maybe the next step is letting your tyke know the relationship between what goes in and what comes out. Check out our new kids’ book The Chew Chew Poop Pee Express. And please give us some feedback… metaphorically, of course ^_^
Susan
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