The air is getting cooler, leaves are falling from the trees and we are once again reaching that time of year for the tricks and treats of Halloween. It’s not typical for the thought of Halloween to give me that warm, fuzzy feeling but this year it most certainly does. The memories creep up from only four short years ago, and yet it still seems like an entire lifetime. Our friends and next door neighbors were incredibly thoughtful and had organized a diaper drive for us during the neighborhood trick-or-treating. I was quite pregnant with the triplets at the time and not inclined to walk very far so I manned the door and passed out treats while John took Kylie to collect her loot. I will never forget that evening, watching all that activity buzzing around outside in our cul-de-sac. It seems like yesterday that I would hobble to the door every now and then to catch a glimpse of neighbor upon neighbor carrying boxes of diapers to be dropped off across the street in exchange for a cup of hot chocolate as they made their rounds. Later that evening, all those boxes ended up stacked neatly into a large pile at our garage. It was such a simple act of kindness but we were humbled and forever touched by the generosity of others that night. There is a lot John and I simply don’t remember as we muddled through the fog of those first several months of life after the triplets were born, but I’ll never forget how I felt each time I reached for a diaper out of that Halloween stash. I won’t forget how that felt to have people rally around us in a time of need. What they say is true…you might forget what people said or did, but you never forget how people made you feel.
And here I am, four years later, thinking of Halloween fast approaching and hoping we are close to being done with all things diapers. I won’t even attempt to think about how many of them we’ve went through since then. My goodness, we’ve had a monthly SUBSCRIPTION for diapers up until just recently. Yes, for years, I’ve looked forward to moving on from diapers… but at the same time I was positively dreading the idea of potty training three little boys. If you want to know how that process went for us go ahead and keep reading. If you’re looking for a “how to” tutorial on potty training you might as well stop here. I will never say I did things the “right way,” I simply did them the only way I could tolerate. At times, it was nothing short of a psychotic experience. So here I go, let’s jump right in to the wonderful joys of potty training triplets.
For some reason, I was hit with a burst of motivation just after the new year. The year 2021 was supposed to be absolutely grand, right? I was cleaning up after Christmas and the boys were going to turn three later that month and I thought I might as well “test the waters” to see if they were ready for potty training. Santa, being the sly, good-humored guy that he is, had snuck some big boy underwear in the boys’ stockings and they were talking a lot about wearing them. Still, I had low expectations and I had no intentions of pushing it so it was easy enough to try it out and see what happened. I ceremoniously brought out three little potty chairs and lined them up in the bathroom. Excitedly, I told the boys we were going to try to go potty like BIG boys. Now, some of their initial enthusiasm might have been due to the fact that the bathroom was located OUTSIDE of their gated area and the possibility of being on the OTHER side of the baby gate had them tickled pink. We opened the gate and walked into the bathroom and absolute chaos ensued. Before I knew what happened, doors were opening and closing, light switches were being flipped on and off and I could scarcely pull fingers out of harms way of being pinched or yell “don’t touch that” fast enough. One boy wanted to shut the gate and, stupidly, I let him which caused the other two to have an absolute fit until they were also allowed a turn. Once the gate had been opened and closed three times they moved on to slamming the bathroom door. Then, once each boy was in position in front of their very own little potty we got to have three separate fits over how much help should or should not be required to pull pants down. Finally it was show time…three little boys were seated on their potties. And guess what…nothing happened. There was a lot of chatter, a lot of movement and poking each other, and a LOT of waiting but in the end it was not to be. No worries, I told them, we would try again later. So up went three little pairs of pants, on and off went the light switch, open and closed went the door, and I ushered the little tornado of toddler boy energy back into the safety of gate. Thank God that was over with! We might have tried again a few times but there was 0% success and within all of two hours I had given up on the entire endeavor. The whole thing felt impossible. I decided I would wait until the boys outgrew their desire to have an overblown tantrum at every turn- even if that was years away. I chalked it up to temporary insanity for even trying and happily put the little potties in storage in the basement where they belonged. Epic Fail. I was fine with that.
Fast forward to May- I had a brief relapse into insanity and I figured we were ready for round two. My expectations were still low but it was worth a try to see where they were at again. Out came the pull ups and three little potties triumphantly returned to their spot in the bathroom. This time it seemed to start off better. The boys had already broken through the gate at that point so it had been thrown away. One barrier eliminated. At least they weren’t so psychotic about touching every single thing in the bathroom. Everyone was seated and promised a marshmallow as a reward if they were able to go potty. Colton, who normally likes to save his successes for last, decided he would take the lead on this challenge. He went potty and we all clapped and cheered excessively and he was awarded his mini marshmallow. Obviously the other two boys could take their support only so far and they immediately lost their minds over watching Colton get a treat without them. I hadn’t thought that reward system out very well. We powered through for a bit and eventually Myles and Jack were able to pee just enough to get their marshmallow, too. Mostly, everyone just peed in their pull ups after our attempted potty breaks. It was exhausting and overwhelming and yes, I gave up that day, too. BUT I lasted approximately two whole hours longer than our first attempt. Jack was particularly hard to convince to even try using the potty so I told him it was okay-we would go back to diapers and I would give that potty to a different little boy who was ready to use it. My idea of reverse psychology didn’t take though. Every time Jack would see his potty, he would just shake his head and say, “that’s not my potty…” Vulnerability was written all over his face as he would look at me for reassurance that he was done with the whole dreadful idea of using it. I decided we would take a break from the potty training idea again but left the potties in the bathroom just to see if the boys would warm up to the idea of them.
A few weeks later we tried again. This time I tried to tell myself I was going to commit. I knew successful potty training methods often start with avoiding pull ups as a “crutch” and going naked instead. Up to this point I had been hoping to avoid that particular technique because I could hardly tolerate the idea of three naked little boys running around my house. But so far I hadn’t been too successful so… There we were. Kylie was absolutely disgusted with the thought of her little brothers butt touching anything so we set out a few blankets in the living room and lined up three potties on top. Third times the charm I told myself. “Gross!” was the most frequent word coming out of Kylie’s mouth that morning. We gave them juice and sat on our little blanket with books, toys and even watched cartoons about using the potty. We took frequent breaks to sit on the potty but the success rate was low. Colton started out strong but then somehow decided he was pissed over the whole ordeal and wanted nothing to do with it anymore. Myles was content to just sit on his potty. He would pee a little here and there but mostly stayed his happy, easy going self while enjoying our odd little party. Jack was trending towards distraught. “Change me, mommy…let’s go back that,” he whimpered. It took him awhile, but once he finally peed he was fine. To save myself a headache, this time everyone got a marshmallow for anyone’s success.
We spent the morning inside and when it warmed up I moved their potties outside so they could play. Once we were outside they kind of lost control and the accidents were happening right and left. Between accidents, fighting with siblings, running back and forth for new clothes, and probably the fact that none of the boys had pooped all day things were turning into a complete mess. When it was time to bring everyone in to get supper ready I was on the brink of insanity. I had run circles all day and just needed the day to be over. Then John messaged me he would be home late and by the time he arrived I was practically ready for a divorce. It was all irrational but I was beyond overwhelmed and needed to take it out on someone and I certainly couldn’t express my frustrations to three year olds I was trying to not psychologically damage while potty training. Instead, I went on a mad frenzy cleaning the house because that’s what I do when I feel like my life is spiraling out of control. Sometimes just the thought of buying a label maker can calm me down but, nope, not this time. I was DONE. Again. There was no way I would muster up the energy to live another day like that one. I would simply wait until the boys were older…maybe 10 or so. They would figure it out eventually. That night we gave baths and when the boys were all clean smelling and dressed in their Mickey Mouse pajamas it seemed to make sense to just let them stay my babies awhile longer. Even if they were ready, I was not. We read our bedtime story in a circle on the floor in their room and then put them to bed. I leaned down and gave each one a hug and kiss goodnight and whispered in their ear, “I love you forever.” And just like every other night they hugged me back, kissed my cheek, and whispered, “Luff you porebber…”
So, we simply enjoyed our summer. I had decided I wasn’t going to mess it up with all that craziness. After school started in the fall and we made it through those first few weeks we were all ready to go again. I had been summoned for jury duty and even that got called off. There were no more excuses. This was IT. We were going to take on this potty training thing once and for all. I had left the potties in the bathroom over the summer and every now and then the boys would try if their interest struck. By then I felt pretty confident they had a better understanding of the entire concept and better control to shave a significant portion of the “trying to go” time off of our bathroom breaks. I had waited long enough I was just hoping it would be EASIER this time. Thankfully, it was. The first few days we tried to focus on just keeping diapers dry and took frequent potty breaks throughout the day to get the hang of it. We started each morning with a healthy dose of motivation and the boys pretty agreeable to the process but somewhere after lunch still turned into a complete mess. By then they were fighting it a bit more and we were all crabby. The first day ended with everyone back in their diapers and me gasping for breath on the couch. But the next morning we started again. Each day got a little bit easier. Colton kept me going by standing up and yelling “ta daaa!” each time he successfully peed in the potty. On the fourth day, I switched them to underwear. We worked hard all day and the boys faithfully participated in all requested bathroom breaks. We made it through the entire day with only ONE accident. I was bursting with pride and thought maybe the next day we would take on solving world hunger or something.
Within three days after that Jack had stayed pretty consistent with no accidents and had figured out how to poop on the potty. I told him he could have one of those marshmallows circus peanuts if he would poop on the potty and he proceeded to do so three times that day. He was so proud to earn his circus peanuts. He kept track of exactly who should and should not be awarded that treat! I’ll never forget his sweet little voice singing out, “mooom, I pooped, I get a peanut!” after he had kicked everyone else out of the bathroom stating his need for privacy. All in all I was pretty happy that within the first week they had really gotten the hang of it. It took me a little longer to trust them at nap time. I was stuck in this place in which everyone used the potty before nap and then I put a diaper on them, but before I had the third one in a diaper the other two had already come running back needing to be changed again after a quick stop at their “poopin’ spot.” Six diapers later we could finally move on to nap time. It didn’t take long to tire of that routine so I eventually got to the point I left them in their underwear to nap and just crossed my fingers. It worked. We are down to just pull ups/diapers at night now and I’m not about to tackle night potty training any time soon.
So for now, I can say we’re done. I might have gained 10 pounds in the process but we made it to the other side! It’s all fun and games until you’re addicted to cheese balls and marshmallow circus peanuts. Nothing says “over it” quite like stress raiding the potty prizes every time things get tough. I can now continue life living in fear of my kids requiring bathroom breaks in public places. That’s a whole different story! I’m sure the challenges will only increase from here but those are for a different day. Life, like Halloween, is filled with all sorts of tricks and treats that can somehow make you smile.