With my eldest DD (18 now), I told her about the potty, said that's where big girls wee, praised her to the high heavens the first time she went on it and that was literally that. She was dry even on a night from that moment, and actually decided to use the toilet within days, rather than the potty. Not one single accident. Ever. Absolute dream.
My second (now 3 year old) DD was like "hahahahahaha! Thought it was gonna be that easy with me did ya, you stupid woman! Hold my drink bih". I was surprised that she cursed at me, but I did indeed hold her vodka and coke.
And so it began. A period of genuine, genuine hell.
As she was 2 - so not at nursery yet - and it was summer, we just did the method of letting her run round with no bottoms or pants on and putting her on the potty as soon as she looked like she was needing it (she would kind of look a bit sheepish and start crossing her legs etc so it was fairly obvious). Pumped her full of liquids to move things along. She really can sink her vodkas.
We would also just sit her on the potty and read books with her. See if the dam of 700 litres of water broke. And then - and I don't even care who disagrees with this - we resorted to chocolate bribes. She doesn't eat chocolate on the reg but some things are serious enough to warrant this positively TERRIBLE parenting action....
I wish I could lie and say any of these actions worked instantly! And that she took to it straight away! She did not. Oh she did not.
She was like a she-devil. She would sit ok on the potty but as soon as wee started coming out (or was just about to) she would SCREAM BLOODY MURDER like she was possessed and thrash about so violently, to the point she'd have to be restrained, so she couldn't fling herself round the room pissing everywhere like a fountain (and to stop her knocking herself out/hurting herself in her whirlwind). I'm surprised the neighbours didn't call the police to be honest, remote tribes in the wilderness must have been able to hear her.
I called the local priest. He said she was not actually possessed and he could not help. We tried to bribe HIM with chocolate. It was a futile effort.
We had to exorcise the demon ourselves.
She'd wait til we left the room for even 10 seconds and go and poo on the floor in the corner, rather than use the potty. This was calculated and I know it was. She knew she held all the cards. She was pooing with malice.
Or she would hold it in ALL day until night time and immediately poo in her nappy pants when she went to bed. Fair. At least I didn't need to get the cat litter scoop out for that.
But slowly....slowly. Things started changing.
Myself, eldest DD and my partner would make a big thing of saying to each other "oh did you just have a wee on the big girl/boy potty? Here you go! Well done!" And consume a Cadburys Button.
She would watch intently. She would covet. She would beg with her eyes for a Button. She never asked. Just with her eyes. She knew it was a step too far to ask for a Button when she had not earned that right. Pooing on the floor does not get you a Button. But she wanted it. She was starting to wonder what to do. Changes were afoot.
"You can have one darling! You just need to have a wee on the big girl potty! And you get TWO for a poo!"
Her resolve was weakening. I could smell it. Although maybe that was just the poo in the corner of the room.
Until one fateful day, no longer could she resist the chocolatey goodness of Cadbury Buttons. Her resolve completely broke. She just could not take it any more.
She purposely, off her own back, went and sat on the potty. No screaming. No thrashing. We didn't have to get the strait jacket out. And she wee'd. She wee'd like she had never wee'd before. And then immediately said "chocolate". She knew. She knew she had won. But so had we.
There were no losers in this situation. Apart from her, as we had actually eaten all the Buttons trying to manipulate her into using the potty.
That was a joke btw, as a lot of things I've said quite obviously are (hopefully). She got her Button. She got MANY Buttons.
We praised her like she had cured world hunger that time and every single time she went on the potty, for so long. Clapping, "well done! What a big girl" etc. Wooping, party poppers, fireworks. We even had a marching band ready for when she finally did a poo. A plane flew over the house with a banner congratulating her when she did it. We made the local news. Don't google me, I don't want fame, I'm too fat to be photographed when I leave the house.
So that was that! Until she started nursery. She will not use the actual toilet at home, and not at nursery. Still only the potty.
She poo'd herself at nursery the other week cos she obviously could not hold it in any longer, like she normally does every day.
But that's the next chapter in the book of Potty Training Being The Most Stressful, Horrendous, Awful Thing In The Existence Of Time.
This was an incredibly long way of saying - I really feel for you, and I stand with you with the strongest feeling of solidarity.
You and DH will get there. You're obviously great fathers and this is just one of many, many, many parenting issues that will have you wondering if you're in a fever dream or you've just had a total breakdown and lost the plot. And maybe we have lost the plot
But the little shits are worth it x