So, this post originally had a “five” in the title, but five has come and gone. At this point, we’re actually closer to seven months than six, but who’s counting?
I’ve been sitting on this post, waiting to have a “Dude on the pot” photo to include, but I’m afraid no photo is quite appropriate. Most potty opportunities in the past weeks ended with him making his body completely rigid and refusing to sit on the pot. I finally started joking around with it, holding his rigid little body up over the pot, saying, “Light as a feather, stiff as a board,” except more than half the time, I caught myself saying, “Light as a board, stiff as a feather.”
Anyway, when he resists, we’re not forcing it, but our enthusiasm for offering the potty has definitely waned. We still offer sometimes, but our number of catches is quite low. Many of the books talk about “potty pauses,” but I assumed those were numbered in days, maybe a week or two, not weeks or months. We shall see . . . .
**EC stands for Elimination Communication. If you’re new to the blog, you can read more about it in the “Psst, psst” series: