We’re not having much fun potty training Li’l Bhaji at the moment.

Oh, the wee side of things he got VERY quickly (the advantages of leaving until after the age of 3, I suspect) which was lucky as about 3 days after the start of training we went on a three hour car journey to a barbecue with friends. Okay, a few accidents on that day, but thanks to the chain drinking of squash the entire event he seems to have finally sussed it and now rarely has accidents. Fantastic, way to go Li’l Bhaji.

Now if he could just get a single poo in the potty so we can go wild, pile him with chocolate buttons and start the fanfares…

I wouldn’t even mind that much if he asked for a nappy, or waited until his night-time nappy to do a poo, but no. He seems to wait until THE most inconvenient moment possible then poos in his pants, leaving us with a major clean up operation in whatever basic facilities we can find nearby. Lovely. I’m rapidly losing my sense of humour about it all.

Until I discovered Suburban Turmoil‘s Potty Training for Dummies series.

I laughed hard at Part 1 – the Naked Baby method which swiftly got her two year old perfectly rug trained. By Part 2, I learned how with perfect demonstrations you can get your child to sit and say “ssssss” very convincingly. Part 3 had me in hysterical laughter (severely testing my own pelvic floor) over The Doll, and A Joyous Occasion gives a stark warning of the dangers of promising your daughter luxury fashion items in exchange for potty success.

The really useful section for our stage though is Baby Poo Poo Takes the Ride of His Life. I am practising my melodramatic weeping at this very moment.

I’ll let you know if we have any success.