Potty Training continued….

Well my son did great for the first two weeks. We had our first public restroom experience with our new little potty trained boy the other night. We had a fun family night planned on the Ocean City Boardwalk. We were not brave enough to put big boy underwear on my son for the night- including the hour car ride to and from. I had put a pull up on him before we left. We made it through dinner at the bashful banana (which by the way is an excellent healthy place to eat on the boardwalk and the food is YUM!). He made it through all of the rides. We were on our way ┬áback to the car decided to browse in a shop. He was looking at all of the toys on the shelf when I noticed him squirming, shaking his toosh and crossing his legs. He then said “Mommy- I have to go potty”. My first reaction was to want to say- “it’s okay, you have a pull up on” because I truly was just not ready to tackle the public restroom thing. BUT- I refrained and said, “okay- let’s go, let’s go- we will find you a potty”. When we got outside, my husband offered to take him. He promised to not let him touch ANYTHING and that he would wash his hands. I had flashbacks of helping my nephew (who is now 6) when he was three years old, go to the bathroom in a public restroom. I remembered holding him over the toilet in a public restroom, suspended in the air over the pot with his legs and hands outstretched and his bottom aiming right over the pot and me saying “okay, now go”. He must have thought I was nuts, but I didn’t care then- after all, he was not touching ANYTHING!

The public restroom comfort will come with time, I am hoping- because I know I have no choice. I am hoping that my son will learn to be more consistent as well with time. He does great MOST of the time. And then there is the occasional times that I hear “UH OH, Mommy, I peed on the floor, let me show you where” or “I have stinkies in my underpants”. Never a good time to hear that- no matter where you are or what you are doing. All I can do is take a deep breath, clean it up and be thankful I don’t also have a puppy. Afterall- he is still learning and God made little boys and floors washable for a reason!

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