I’m getting tired of doing this. My hands are chapped from wipes. My nose hairs are singed from the stench. The joints in my old fingers ache as they struggle to clasp yet another clean diaper closed. (Ok, it’s not that bad…but you get my drift.)
I change about 8 diapers a day now, down from a high of 12. I estimate that since the Worm was born, I’ve changed 8000 diapers. Some of them in under 20 seconds flat! (Pat myself on the back.)
The Worm is pushing 3 years old. It’s time for him to be potty trained. The little man could have learned a year ago, if Steph and I were more diligent about it. But we both thought that after Worm showed interest that he would gravitate towards the loo posthaste. We were wrong.
Worm is sensitive. He needs encouragement rather than scolding and the embarrassment that typically follows. So my idea of putting Worm in underwear, taking him to a public location, letting him wet himself and then ridiculing him to the point that he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice didn’t get approval from the ‘Boss’.
So she came up with a better idea. Get Worm to use the potty and give him a prize for his accomplishment!
It’s a potty for prizes game. Steph’s first version:
It’s a piece of paper with animal stickers to the untrained eye, and a game to rival the likes of Monopoly to the keen. We moved to version two when Steph realized that Worm would be using the potty more than six times in his life. We swapped a whiteboard for paper and magnets for stickers.
The Six Golden Rules of the Game:
- Every pee pee on the potty = 1 box filled.
- Every poop on the potty = 2 boxes filled.
- Every six boxes that get filled = 1 small toy prize!
- Every hand that goes into the dirty toilet = 1 box taken away.
- Every poop nugget that gets fished out of the toilet = 2 boxes taken away.
- Every toilet paper roll that gets unraveled = early bedtime.
We like it so far! It gives Worm incentive to use the toilet (since a wet, stinky butt isn’t motivation enough). He gets something for his efforts and he helps keep one more diaper out of the trash bin!
Gavin – 30; Honeydaddy – 18 (I know it was Steph’s idea, but without me, her muse, she wouldn’t have been inspired to come up with it! I’m taking the point!)