People are forever telling me what a great mom I am. I always feel guilty when I hear it, because the truth is, I'm a huge slacker.
My boys aren't potty trained, and you might think that's because they have Fragile X Syndrome, but that's not the whole of it. They aren't potty trained because I haven't really worked at it.
You might recall (or, more likely, this post will have the same labels as the previous potty training posts, therefore linking them at the bottom here) that awhile back we tried a hardcore potty training program with our ABA therapists.
It did not go well. Zack and I both decided that we weren't ready for that.
Fast forward almost two years though, and the boys are getting so ... big. We better get ready, because time is flying. And our ABA therapists are gone. Nobody is around to do this now, but me.
Aliza was so easy to train, you see, because her daycare provider did it. And if you are reading this, thank you, Jessica, I'm forever in your debt. Now will you come over and train the boys?
It's not that I don't know what to do. When someone in the Fragile X group on Facebook recently asked a question about potty training, I had a great suggestion for her. I'm very helpful and knowledgeable when it comes to what other people should do. Not so good at following my own advice, I guess.
So. Tomorrow morning (the first day of spring break) we are putting on underwear, and then sitting on the potty as much as possible. I know they like the comfort of the pull up. I also know they do have the self control to hold it and not go in their underwear. And I'm going to bet a lot of iPad time that I can get them to use the potty the way it was meant to be used. At least I'm going to try.
Wish us luck.
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