About two weeks ago, Luca decided he wasn’t interested in nappies anymore and that he would far prefer “unders”. So, with much excitement, I raced over to Woolies, bought 4 jumbo packs of “unders” as well as a seat and step from Baby City.
I got home and he proudly donned his “unders”, quite happy to chuck his pull-up nappy in the bin and announce “I’M A BIG BOY!” Two minutes later (after asking him 37 times if he needed a wee), a little yellow puddle formed between his legs on the lounge floor. Okay. No problem … wee’ll get there. This was a Wednesday afternoon.
On Thursday morning, I waited until the last moment before removing his nappy and replacing it with a pair of red and white striped “unders”. We made it all the way to school with no accidents and, when I fetched him from school, I was told that he’d just had one small accident but that he was doing well. Cool!
As we get home, I ask Luca, “Bubaloo, do you need to wee?” “NO MOM! I already made a wee at school!” Okay. That afternoon, on returning from work, he BOLTED to the front door to announce proudly that he’d “MADE A POO IN THE TOILET MOM!”, which Anna confirmed as the truth. I almost wished they hadn’t flushed the little brown bugger, so that I could have seen it to believe it.
Today, about two weeks later, he is only in “unders”. But there arestilldaily accidents. I fetched him from school and he was in the same pants in which he’d been dropped off this morning. SUCCESS! We get home and I ask him if he needs a wee – “Yes mom!” he says. We grab a book on the way to the loo and he sits comfortably while I read The Clever Stick, anxiiously awaiting a trickle or, even better, a *PLOP*. Nada.
We pop back into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat and just as I’m about to leave I think, let me give it another go. I ask him if he needs a wee and he says, “YES!” then stops to “think”. “Mom” he says … “I need to make a poo”. Is this IT? Does he know the difference between needing a poo and already having done a poo?
As I walked toward him to take his hand and lead him to the throne, he started to back away, with a worried look in his eyes. “Um … mom?” he mumbled, “I need to change my napp … uh … my unders”.
So this, dear readers, is where I call on you for help. He’s 3 and a bit. It’s not “too early” to start. He expressed a keen interest in his “unders”. How do we get this right? How do I make him understand that he needs to tell me BEFORE he poops, that he needs to poop?