Aloha, let’s get lei-d,
Welcome to Poo Poo Island. A place infested with all manner of wipes, papers, pull ups and training pants. A scary place, where the bathroom floor must be mopped daily and finding poo on the carpet is a semi-regular occurrence. An atoll ruled by a small, very cute, almost-three-year-old tyrant child. A child who, when inquired “Don’t you want to start using the toilet like Mummy and Daddy?” replies by screeching “NO! Not going to the toilet, ever, EVER!!”.
Awesomeness. Sounds pleasant, doesn’t it…? They assure me there is an escape plan in place. I’m thinking it has to do with a hatch and lotto numbers and Others. Or eating grubs and winning immunity and voting people off. Or something.
*Ahem* *cough* I’m having a hard time toilet training the Chop, can you tell…? I am toilet-training the un-toilet-trainable child. May the Gods of Poo Poo Island have mercy on us all. Any advice, practical or otherwise, will be greatly appreciated if not necessarily followed.
Anypoo. I got together with a few other mummies at this erm… picturesque… location recently, courtesy of Kleenex Mums, to discuss being a survivor of Poo Poo Island. You can view the whole thing here.
Or, if Poo Poo Island sounds terrible and you don’t want to visit (why on Earth not, I ask…?), I’ve recorded a postcard. It’s Postcard number three, under the groovy tropical video screen. I’m wearing my daggy grey cardigan. I really should’ve taken that off. it tells the true story of how the Man deals with stinky nappies when I’m not home.
I only wish I were joking.
Enjoy. Or.. something.
Anywee. I know some people can’t watch these video thingies (sorry River). Don’t worry, this isn’t becoming a video blog. We return to regular programming tomorrow. Don’t miss it. This post is…well.. electrifying. It demonstrates what happens when the Man goes all Tim the Tool Man Taylor on the household appliances.
And, I promise, whatever you’re thinking…. that ain’t it.
See you then!
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It's a messy job, but someone's got to do it! I don't have any advice except relax.
Both my boys were the same – we tried and tried to enthuse them with the idea to no avail. They would happily use the potty but would also happily crap on the floor, their trousers, in the bath, in the store, in the car etc. etc. we chilled an waited. Both of the little buggers left it until about a week before they had to start school and suddenly ping – they decided they would use the toilet.
From that moment on we never had any accidents at all (they wore and needed night time nappies for a while but not for too long). They just simply shrugged their shoulders and made the decision themselves.
relax, and try and get sponsored by vanish carpet cleaner or similar products.
I also know way more about poos and wees than I ever needed to know. And have spent far too much time locked in toilet encouraging small child to produce poos and wees. Shudder. They don't tell you this stuff when you sign up for parenting.
That's okay Lori. After 4 kids and a few grandkids, I know more than I ever wanted to about poo-poos and wee-wees.
We will soon be departing for Poo Poo Island as well (much to my dread) although I suspect we end up with expired passports by the time we are through as there is ZERO interest from the child (bribes or no bribes) to get this rite of passage under his belt!
It was a fun project! And you rocked it! Hooroo!
The poo poo island video is so funny! Hmm, not sure about the hose though, men!! Ok, I will stop laughing now, otherwise karma will get me and I will have an awful time with the next baby!
We did it a bit differently as he used the potty from 10months old. That is not because he is a wonderchild or anything remotely like that. Its because I hate dirty nappies that much! It was just part of the pattern of the day and he used to read on there!
I like the cardi too!
I resorted to bribery. One poo on the toilet = one jelly snake. When they had the hang of it, I just "forgot" to buy more jelly snakes.
I thought the grey cardi was sexy
To poo, or not to poo, that is the question… Poo Island, I love it, you make it all sound… well, sanitary. Having raised a round dozen, with the last one, Emmylee, I just left it up to her when she wanted to be a big girl and she did it all by herself. I found that trying to make the horse drink was in the too hard basket, the horse has to want to drink.
AV