Potty Training Continued...
Last summer I discovered Erik's diaper was overflowing at Los Angeles International Airport five minutes before our plane boarded. I had absolutely no place to change my long-limbed boy. Changing tables are no longer structurally sound for Erik, as he would likely snap them right off the wall. I ended up finding a counter in a janitor's area inside the ladies' room and I did it there. It was a complete nightmare, after which I wanted to bathe in gallons of hand sanitizer, but I shudder to think what would have happened if we had boarded the small plane with a loaded diaper. There wasn't enough room to stash a larger carry on bag, let alone scoop poop from my child's pants without putting my elbow in a fellow passenger's eye.
We watched Potty Power again yesterday. In this DVD, the narrator, named Jessica, and her friend, "TP" (a talking roll of toilet paper that is noticeably suddenly absent during the segment on wiping bottoms), tell the story of Princess Jill, a seemingly chronically constipated little girl who refuses to use the powder room. The court jester, a disturbingly pervy little creature who sings and tells really horrible jokes that make me laugh every time, decides that the princess is displeased with the color of her potty, which looks as if someone got a hold of it with a BeDazzler, and paints it green. The king and queen then replace the princess's diaper with "royal underwear," a term which now makes Erik giggle, and her potty dilemma magically resolves.
Erik absolutely adores this video. It is disturbing, and I find myself singing songs like "Wipe Your Bottom" and "Sittin' On the Potty" in the car, but it has sparked Erik's interest in using the bathroom.
Unfortunately, his potty problems run much deeper than a fresh layer of kelly-green paint. He seems to find the setup on the adult commode uncomfortable and awkward, but he is far too big for the potty chair I purchased with the intention of having completely trained him two years ago. However, he does understand the toilet and its accessories and is slightly interested -- but not quite enough yet to make it a habit. He is making some progress, and after talking to his teachers, we have decided not to force the issue.
There are signs of progress now in terms of general development as well. He is beginning to enjoy slipping our shoes and clothing on. He very confidently clomps around in our sneakers and boots and finds this greatly amusing. I figure this is a step in the right direction. In fact, today he put on his father's hat, looked at me, and said, "Hi, Booga," which is something Brian always says to him when he comes through the door after work. He is thinking about being like us now, and that is wonderful...and even a little flattering.
Hopefully, that will carry over into the lavatory!