We are on morning two of potty training the Tyger. We are also on pair 11 of underpants and three teeny, tiny spots of wee in the potty (but, hey it’s better than nothing).
You know what’s fun about potty training a toddler you suspect has Asperger’s? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. It sucks big time.
He’s actually doing better than I’d thought he would. The number of pairs of pants is about what I thought (my sister with Asperger’s went through 10 pairs a day for a while and my mum – who thought she was a dab hand at this potty training business having already trained me and my brother – was shocked but her surprise has led to me being prepared).
Talking of pants, you know what pisses me off? Stupid gender stereotyping. When it came to buying pants for the Tyger, I wanted to get him ones he’d be excited about and what film does he love right now? Much like many kids his age he adores Disney’s Frozen. But he’s a boy so of course you don’t get any underwear for him with Elsa on the front or Anna…not even Kristoff or that annoying snowman. So, we got some Peppa Pig ones because the Tyger likes watching Peppa Pig whilst I make lunch every day. The pants don’t actually have Peppa on, though, because you know she’s a girl and she’s pink! That’s dangerously close to being girly. So, they have her brother George and his dinosaur toy on them, instead. George is still pink but at least he’s a boy and has a dinosaur (a nice acceptably masculine toy) so it’s okay. Now, as it happens, the Tyger does like George and his dinosaur (dinosaur, rarr) but it still seems a shame that boys aren’t allowed the main character of a kid’s show on their pants if they like.
So, where was I before I got sidetracked into a rant about gender stereotypes? Ah yes: potty training sucks. I am already dreading having to potty train Baby Bear (though, I expect he’ll be easier than the Tyger who has been…shall we say ‘a challenge’ from pretty much the get go).
I should actually go and try to coax the Tyger onto the potty – even though he’ll sit on it for about five seconds without doing a wee, get off and then probably do a wee somewhere else – because it’s been a while and I don’t want him to wet his pants (today Mickey Mouse since George and some truck ones were all used yesterday). Wish me luck.