Cryin Ryan has NO interest in potty training.
He tells me, "no thanks mom, no thanks."
I can't blame him. I'm not that excited about it either.
The only sign of bodily function awareness came at Christmastime when a worried Ryan ran up to me and questioned:
"Momma! I toot by my penis?!?!"
Yes Ryan. You toot by your penis.
This realization seemed like an important milestone, so I noted it in his baby book.
I had lofty goals of potty training him before baby #2 comes.
I bought one of those kid seats that fit on top on an adult toilet. I really didn't want to be cleaning out one of those nasty potty chairs all the time.
What I didn't prepare for was Ryan's complete disgust with the toilet.
His whole life I have drilled it into his head that "we don't touch or play in the toilet, it's gross". In hindsight, maybe I should have been a little less extreme, because now he is too grossed out to use it.
I was forced to buy one of those dumb child-size potty chairs.
Our only dollop of success
Ryan was more open to sitting on a toilet his own size, but still preferred squatting in a corner and dumping in his diaper.
After an honest conversation with myself, I gave up.
Fighting a toddler to poop in his potty chair is no fun when I am throwing up in the toilet next to him. The disgustingness outweighs any convenience.
I was surprised a few days ago to learn that Pee-toddler was, again, more aware of his body than I assumed.
He brought me a diaper and disgustedly told me:
"Moooomm! Ryan poo shapes out his butt. Eeeww, yuck!!!!!"
Once again, I duly noted it in his baby book.