This post is random. But I've been thinking about it for a while and today is the day!!!
Rewind to summer of 2010... Luke had just turned 2 and I decided to potty train him.
He was smart. He loved books. Time to potty train :)
I joke - but honestly... I think that I just kind of thought "oh, he's two! It's time to do this thing!"
Luke is my pleaser and he was easily motivated by Hot Wheels cars. He aimed to please (literally and figuratively) and he caught on REALLY quick. I took him potty ALL THE TIME and NO ACCIDENTS! Success!!!
Now let's talk about the pooping. (Words I never thought I'd type - hahaha). This was waaaaaaaaay harder for Luke. He was NOT ready for numero dos on the potty and, this led to close to three years of struggles. He would wait until nighttime (when I put a diaper on him) to go which led to all kinds of GI issues.
If I'm TOTALLY honest, potty training him at 2 was more about me than him.
We were talking about Baby #2, I was ready to be done with diapers and I think I pushed him before he was totally ready.
Now.... let's talk about this kid...
From VERY early on Mason has liked things Mason's way :)
We call him sweet and sour because he can be THE SWEETEST THING EVER and then turn around and give you this face...
I think our motto for Mason is going to be "in Mason's time" :)
Mason COULD walk starting at about 13 months. When did he start walking??? The night before his 18 month appointment (the one where they told me that if he wasn't walking full time he'd have to see a developmental doctor). #masontime
When Mason was 20 months old, we redid the boys room and tried moving him out of his crib (because Griffin was coming!) and into his big boy bed. We were met with tears and COUNTLESS episodes of getting out of his bed and walking to his crib. I talked to Miss Lisa (his babysitter) and asked her to please move him into a "big bed" at her house and she informed me that he had been in one for about 3 months with no problems. Same situation when we decided to lose the paci. hahaha
Summer of 2013, I was off for 10 weeks, I felt like I was hitting my stride as a mommy of three and I was ready to potty train two-year-old Mason. Mason had other ideas. I gave up for the summer and thought that we would try again in August when things got back to "normal" and we were back in our routine. Miss Lisa was on board and we tried everything! Both of us would literally sit him on the potty at least 6 times a day and encourage him to try. He would consistently tell us, "it's too hard" in a super whiny voice every single time.
Not wanting to turn him off to the whole experience, I would back off and then attempt again a few weeks later. I offered to buy him toys at Target, we had a bowl of M&Ms out and ready and he got new underwear. I tried to get him to "water the flowers" outside, we did pull ups, he went pantless for 3 days - nothing. He was TOTALLY not ready.
Fast forward to this past summer. We're now a full year after I thought he would be potty trained and nothing. At this point he could explain to me in a full sentence that he would NOT be going pee on the potty. #masontime :)
I had almost given up hope of him EVER being trained until one morning in July. He walked into our bedroom, hopped up onto the bed and literally announced to Dave and I that on "this day" he would start peeing and pooping in the potty. And that he did. No joke.
I'm not at all saying that kids should not be potty trained at two (or earlier). Griffin has started pointing to her diaper when she's wet or dirty - and she might be ready by age two.
What I am saying is that I pushed Luke too early and it was a struggle and he suffered for it. Mason INSISTED on it being on his time and when he was ready he was ready... and I didn't have to do anything. There was really no training involved.
There is NOTHING more humbling than being a mom. For reals.
When you're in the line at Starbucks and your 5-year old announces, "look at that TINY MAN, MOMMY!!!" as a little person walks in.
Or when you have to throw away a pair of poopy underwear in the Chick-Fil-A bathroom (while wrangling a toddler and having a newborn strapped to your chest in a carrier) as another mom watches you and shakes her head in disapproval.
Or when your toddler has a complete and total meltdown in Sam's and you literally strap him into the cart and laugh/cry while you finish your pizza (and nurse a baby) because there's nothing else you can do.
Or when you enroll your 5 year old in a second year of Pre-K.
Or when your three year old is running around your house in a diaper (and people comment and tell you he should be potty trained by now).
If anything - I wanted to share my experiences to encourage y'all in listening to your kids (and your instincts) and not being intimidated or pressured into parenting decisions.
This sweet baby boy (that's Mason!) has taught me A LOT over the past three years... but I think the biggest thing I've learned is that sometimes #masontime isn't necessarily a bad thing ;)