Our oldest is turning into one stubborn little boy of late. After doing so well in early potty training, he is regressing. Perhaps Mommy is the one regressing, but after chaging five (yes, count them, five) rather disgusting big boy pair of underpants in a single day, the pull-ups returned.
It's quite amazing, how determined he is NOT to poop (or "poot," as he calls it) on the potty. You can sit him there for thirty minutes or more, and nothing. Ten minutes later when you let him leave, you smell the undeniable proof that he did, indeed, need to go potty.
The boy can even go all night without getting wet, so that part of the training is good. But there is apparently no incentive enticing enough for him to do his other business on the potty. Thomas trains withheld for accidents. Tears, but short-lived and no other effect. Candy withheld for the rest of the day. No argument and no effect. Loss of Thomas big boy underpants. No effect.
Perhaps the little guys will be faster and can teach their "big" brother how it's done? A mother can dream, can't she?
