We had been attending Romp n’ Roll’s summer camp for exactly two weeks when I let it slip that we were potty-training my son. At home. So actually we were house-training.
We hadn’t PLANNED on potty-training. AT ALL. I had a newborn baby, and my son wasn’t even three years old. And he is also arm-over-arm stubborn so I was planning to tackle potty-training at age seven when his ability to reason and empathize with diaper duty would be firmly in place.
But then he decided that he would boycott diapers at home. And in the same moment, he decided that peeing on the floor was cool. Which meant in between breastfeeding and spit-ups and lunch and naps and lack-of-naps, I was cleaning up pee. Every two hours.
We consulted out pediatrician who suggested duct tape. I felt like duct-taping him to the potty was extreme. Our doctor clarified that we could duct tape his DIAPER tabs.
(You should’ve seen the face of the gas station attended when I went in to ask if they carried duct tape. I felt serial killer sketchy so I clarified: It’s so we can duct tape my son’s diaper. Um, yea, now I sound a lot less sketchy.)
So now I was arm-wrestling my son to put a diaper AND duct tape on him while tried to keep my daughter from flying out of the sling or getting duct taped to his diaper.
Ten minutes later, he’d have ripped the diaper in tow with his hulk-a-mania stubbornness.
And I’d cry.
So we decided to just house-train. I wanted my life to be easier and potty-training out of the house on my own with a three month old baby is NOT easy. But getting him to use the potty instead of the floor would be priceless.
However, when I slipped about house-training, one of the counselors said: Just bring a few more changes of clothing next time, but we’ll ask him to sit on the potty while he’s here.
Me: You don’t have to do that.
Sweetest counselor ever: It’s not problem.
I went home afraid. What if he refused to put back ON his diaper? Would I have to bring duct tape next week?
I picked him up and he said: Mama, I pee-peed on the potty!
And we went from house-training to potty-training that week. Not only did he beg to go to Romp n’ Roll every day of that summer, but thanks to his counselors, he was rockin’ underwear all day every day before he even turned three.
Even his the-sun-rises-because-of-his-existence grandma was shocked.