(Today’s Author is Jenny from MWM Torquay)
Evening all. Like Carol, I too have never ‘blogged’ so excuse my ramblings as I try to get to grips with ‘finding my voice’ and reaching my optimal word count (600 if you were interested).
For my first blog I’ve chosen to chronicle the adventures of Potty-Gate part 2. Part 2 because of course I’m on round 2 of ‘mummying’. Potty-Gate part 1 would, I’m afraid, have been very dull. One morning, not long after her second birthday, Isabelle woke up with a dry nappy. A sign I thought. I showed her how to use the potty, bribed her with jelly babies (don’t judge me) and she cracked it in a week. We never looked back – except one particularly memorable day at my mum’s house, shortly after the arrival of her baby brother, where she had about 7 wees in different places all over my mum’s carpets. I like to think she was marking her territory!
Then along came ‘Baby’ Edward. Different from his sister in almost all ways, he’s a cheeky, head strong, fiercely loving and keen to take life very much at his own pace. So, ladies and gentlemen, I give you Potty-Gate part 2!
Basically if he was naked, at home, not watching TV or heavily involved in a game he got it…… so he didn’t get it much! What threw me this time around is how much harder it is when you’re tied by the confines of the school run, nursery and work. Then, of course, I felt the mummy guilt. Was I giving him enough time? Was I looking for cues hard enough? Was a being lazy to just ‘not risk it’ on the school run?
By the time we reached the Christmas holidays my husband and I decided we should really give it some real effort as we were both at home. So, a few days before Christmas we had tickets booked to visit Santa at Woodlands. Edward had done really well all day with his potty so we decided not to take the easy option and slap on a nappy. At this point I’d like to say the easy option is way under-rated!
Predictably he wet his trousers in the play area! I was determined to carry on though. Heaven forbid he got ‘mixed messages’!!!! Anyway shortly afterwards he was way too quiet in a little play house. I grew suspicious. I was correct. It was nasty, it was massive and it was just everywhere!!!
I had a good plan. I’d stand him on the floor, take off his pants and chuck the lot. Job done. Oh no no no my friends. Never have a good plan. The floor was wet so I had to stand him on the table. I was then eye height to the ‘situation’. Not a good start. I carefully got the pants down and, knowing from previous experience that he can put his foot in it, I quickly flicked them out of the way. Too much of a flick as it turned out…. the poo flew out of the pants and landed in my open back pack!
I mean where do you even start????
Suffice to say we left the toilets with Edward safely in a nappy to visit Santa. Did it ruin the day? No. Was he confused by the mixed messages? No. Am I a failure as a parent? No. Sometimes we put so much pressure on ourselves to help our children reach these milestones that we lose sight of what’s most important and that day it was having a special Christmas visit as a family.
Fast forward 2 weeks and he’s totally nailed it. In his own time. Of course.
Good luck to all those with all this fun yet to come. I have no useful advice at all but I do love a good ‘the day it went wrong’ story, so do please share.