happy batman = happy toddler

For anyone who follows me on Facebook or Twitter will already know, there has been little writing occuring in my house as my husband and I locked ourselves in the house this week in order to encourage our oldest to become toilet trained.

Armed with loads of advice from friends who've been there and done that the first few days still had their rough moments. Day one was made up entirely of "accidents", which surprisingly my sensitive soul of a daughter didn't give a hoot about! There went my surety she'd abhor the sensation and that would be that. Bummer! The next couple of days we have a few successes in between the disasters. Stickers on a fridge chart celebrating each and every one helped! But there were not a small number of tears in amongst the encouragement and cuddles. Poor love.

That was until the moment Toddler Girl realised that relieving herself meant getting wee on her Batman undies. Yes, folks. That's what it took to turn tears to ease. Batman underpants. Boys' Batman undies, because of course they don't make them for girls. Success, after success, after success. The only accident since was met with the most adorably serious little, "Sorry Batman". And the next success with "Batman's now happy!"

That's something that never came up in the parenting advice I solicited or read. So I hereby bequeath it to the world. Want to get your toddler toilet trained? Find out who they'd least like to wee on, and whack that face on their undies.