So: Owen’s potty trained. And yes, this post will be primarily about poop so if you’re squeamish, please click away and come back another time.
The boy has been wearing underpants for about 3 weeks now (daytime, nighttime, home and daycare). We’ve had 4 accidents, I think, so all in all, I’m pretty pleased. I thought he would be a lot leakier (which is why I kept the padding on his bum for so long, I guess). Once he decided that he was “wearing underpants today,” he basically had it figured out.
The only difficulty we’ve encountered is leaving the house when we know there is a poop somewhere inside the boy. Owen doesn’t have the ability to “hold it” yet, so when something is coming, there had better be a receptacle nearby.
Two weeks ago, Owen and I biked to a park. While on the see saw, he turned to me: “Ihavetogopotty!”We were in the middle of nowhere (residential nowhere – I guess you could knock on someone’s door and beg a toilet for a toddler, but I don’t have it in me). I led Owen over to the bushes and pulled down his pants. He tried, failed. We biked toward home. Rather than actually go home, though, where a bathroom would be available, I decided that we would enjoy the (beautiful! sunny!) day by going to another park. There is a bathroom near that one, I reasoned. I had not realized that the bathroom I was thinking of was not always open. Again, the look of panic: “Ihavetogopotty!” This time, he changed his mind right away when he realized there was no bathroom. “I was just joking, Mummy.” We went home. No poop materialized. After nap, we went to our new neighbourhood to explore. We ended up in another park. This time, he was really serious. “Ihavetogopotty!” Once more, we were without resources, and this time, having held it all day, it was coming whether we liked it or not. I guided him over to the side of the playground and helped him to squat. There it came. We picked up the poop in a plastic bag and put it in the trash. Gross, right? But what else were we supposed to do? We did the same thing last week because we were at the park after the bathrooms close (at 5pm!).
When went to the beach, I brought his little green potty along. I figured that potty training is not the time to tell your child he can pee in the lake, or river, or whatever.
So, I ask you, parents who have potty trained: What are we supposed to do? If dogs can poop on the ground, can toddlers? What are the rules of the potty-trained toddler game? Do you travel with potties? Do you whisk children off to bushes? Do you tote extra plastic bags? Do tell.