The wife decided a couple of weeks ago that the time was ripe to potty train the son. Firstly, we needed to teach him some new words. It wasn’t long before he connected the words ‘wee-wee’ and ‘poo-poo’ with the concepts.
Next was to teach him how to use the potty. Initially this meant just sitting him on the potty and turning on the TV, then showing him the contents after half an hour (pointing out enthusiastically which part was wee-wee and which was poo-poo, while preventing him from playing with them).
The current task is now to get him to anticipate his bodily functions. There has been mixed progress on this.  Sometimes he just doesn’t want to sit on the potty, and if there’s something interesting going on he only notices the wee-wee as it’s running down his leg. When that happens, he gets quite agitated and runs around shouting “wee-wee, wee-wee”, leaving a trail of unpleasant liquid in his wake. We can usually get him on his potty before too much mess is made.
This would be of little real consequence (we have disinfectant) if it weren’t for the fact that the daughter is now crawling and loves to follow the son around the house. She also grabs things and puts them in her mouth.
It’s a disgusting disaster just waiting to happen.
She’ll be potty-training you next…