Tales from the Potty: Part 2

Well well well...we've regressed in the potty department. We were there...then almost got there....then fell apart (went to WI and sat in a diaper for 4 days in a car)....then we were there again....and now we're calling it....frustrating. Sam was just doing so well, and now he's onto a whole different story.

He still gets the concept of taking off your shorts/underwear to go, but it stops there. I've found puddles and puddles of pee all over my house. Instead, he just urinates IN HIS TOYS. I've found massive amounts of liquid in the back of the Tonka dump truck, the back of the garbage truck...ect. and today it was inside of the Mr. Potato Head. YUCK!

The first time this happened I kept my cool, the third time...I tried to not show my anger....today, I lost it. It is so gross. I know I'm not supposed to get mad at him for potty training mistakes, but I'm not calling this a mistake. This is a purposeful destination pee that was done intentionally. GROSS. I've made him clean out these objects of pee with me. We scrub and scrub and scrub until his poor little hand turns red. Then we put them in the dishwasher and I make him sit there and wait until it's almost done.

Today, like I said, I lost it with him. I told him yesterday if he decided to do another purposeful destination pee I would take his nene away (pacifier for bed). And today...well, after we were done scrubbing Mr. Potato head, while we were waiting for the dishwasher to be done, I snipped the top. You should of seen the look on his face. His face turned from Pink to white to green as the scissors swept across the top of the nene. He screamed from 9:45 a.m. until 12:55. It wasn't any ordinary scream like he knew he was wrong...it was a pure passionate loss of a loved one scream. His poor eyes were so pink and swollen, however, he still had the tint of green distress in his lips as he couldn't believe I actually did it.

After LONG LONG conversations all morning about his purposeful destination peeing, walking back and forth to the bathroom demonstrating good potty habits, I had to quick think....I really don't want to scare him of the potty, but I need to get through to him. I don't want him to regress and be the one who goes to school in diapers. I can't take something away so dear to him as a result of potty learning experience. BUT...I did scare the crap out of him, seeing him so devastated. He kept telling me how much his heart hurt. If you could of only seen him sitting in one spot for almost 4 hours so sad holding the nene that now had 2 parts, it was sad. And the interesting thing is he only sucks on his nene when he sleeps in his room. So he knew that this was a big deal because he normally doesn't even think about it during the day.

So...we made a deal. From now on Matthew wears diapers, because he's a baby. Sam is a big boy. Sam will wear underwear all day long, going potty only in the bathroom. He will try his best to go poop in the potty as well. If he EVER goes pee pee in his toys again, I will take out the scissors and clip another nene, and then he's done.

Tonight he started to get smart with me, I said the word, "CUT" and he switched his demeanor so fast I swore he got struck by lightning. It was amazing! I loved it. Brad was filled in on the situation soon thereafter, a little nervous what "CUT" meant!

After all, it is hard being 2. Sam and Matthew are suffering severe cabin fever amidst the scorching outdoor elements. It's also hard to watch Matthew take a big DUMP on the carpet after bath time and doesn't get in trouble. However, using some type of threat that he NOW understands may just work in my advantage! I'll keep ya'll posted.