The other day my husband and I took the kids to the beach. As we began setting up shop, I saw our 23-month-old reach for his crotch. "Do you have to pee?" I asked.
He nodded and answered, "Yes."
This was my first time taking him to a public restroom, and I had no idea what I was in for. He's not tall enough to pee standing up, so I tried to sit him on the toilet like we do at home. I had a hard time getting his penis in position to do the deed. I realized that if I didn't do something quick, I'd have urine sprayed all over my face.
Then I tried holding him in the air like Superman. With his penis pointed downward, there was no way he'd miss the target.
We were good to go when he said, "No potty." After further investigation, I realized that he already went in his training diapers.
Potty training my daughter was definitely nothing like potty training my son. I've always heard that boys took longer. But what people fail to mention is that it's also a lot harder, too.
When we potty trained our daughter a few years ago, we started by introducing her to the potty before the actual training began at 17 months.
We then started to schedule potty breaks throughout the day once she turned 18 months old. We even got everyone on board. I would put her on the potty in the morning, her teachers stuck to the schedule throughout the day, and Grandma and Daddy were both on duty in the evening.
It was no problem taking her to the public restroom. There were no awkward superhero positions and no issues with finding the target.
So far, we've gone through a container of carpet cleaner. It's a bit frustrating, but it's also quite comical.
But my son? His initial introduction at 20 months was positive. He'd even sit on the throne for fun. We recently began a routine where he'd pee in the toilet throughout the day. But all of a sudden he began holding it in.
"I have to go potty," he'd say with his hands on his penis.
Rather than pee in the potty, he'd pee in his hand or on the floor. So far, we've gone through a container of carpet cleaner. It's a bit frustrating, but it's also quite comical when you think about it.
I know that his potty training journey is far from over. There will be triumphs and setbacks and that's OK. He's bound to get it down pat at some point. But there's one thing I've learned for sure: Potty training a boy is a lot harder than potty training a girl.
Do you think potty training a boy is harder than potty training a girl?