Timothy II: The Potty User Refuser

Toddler boy standing on a promenade.

How do you encourage your toddler to use the potty?

Toddler boy dressed up in a suit, standing in a bathroom.
This photo was taken in a bathroom…where he did not use the potty. *insert eyeroll here*

Potty-training is not for the faint of heart, at least in my household. I can tell you now, I was not built for this. My son is the cutest little boy in the world. I find myself frequently looking over his baby pictures. It’s hard to believe three years have passed, since he completed our family. Now that he is 3, his personality is blooming. He is smart, and he is just soooo sweet! But how is it possible to be so sweet and so stubborn at the same time? Like, who raised you? (Don’t answer that). Introducing, Timothy II-the Potty User Refuser.

First, let me give you a little background on my son. He loves vehicles! Timmy talks a lot, but is quite bashful around others. He doesn’t like to take naps, but turn on a Marvel movie, and he will sit quietly to watch it, until he falls asleep. A honey bun AND a cup of milk is his “morning coffee,” and he refuses to begin his day without them.

Tall for his age, most people thought he was 4 when he was 2. He knows lots of words, shapes, and colors. He shows an interest in numbers and can actually count a little. Flashes of stubbornness present themselves when you ask him to answer questions about any of those things. Ask him to show you a letter, and this guy has an eyeroll only God can teach, IF he chooses to acknowledge you were speaking to him in the first place.


Back to potty-training.

So, we really tried to get ahead of this. Like other proactive parents, we tried getting him acclimated to sitting on the potty early on. And the few times that he used it unknowingly, we celebrated him. We were so proud of ourselves. Really thought we were just on top of things. If only you could’ve witnessed our excitement! Oh, but little did we know what was in store for us.

Baby being held up on potty.
Just made a year and he’s on the potty.


Soon, he understood that it was “pee pee” or “poo poo” in the potty because we would show it to him. We continued to cheer him on when he used it. Like all little people who receive praise, he ate it up! We just knew these were signs that he would be using the potty on his own in the near future. Can you hear the sound of us tooting our own horns? We also read books and watch (present tense) the potty-training episodes of some of his favorite shows and characters. Guess who could care less?

Smiling toddler.
On his Third Birthday, still not potty-trained, and living his best life.

Suddenly, every time we put him on the potty, he fought to get off– screaming and crying, arms flailing all over the place. As Timmy got a little older, we bought him underwear. Oh, and not just any old underwear, either. He has boxer briefs! He has vehicle underwear, Dinosaur underwear, he even has Spiderman underwear! I mean, no holds barred on choosing the most fashionable of boxers. None of it matters. Eventually, we stopped [attempting to] put him on the “big potty,” and started using his little potty. We tried making it as comfortable as possible.

The potty is in the living room, for goodness sake!


Next, came the bribes. You get your “bunny” (as he affectionately refers to honey buns), when you sit on the potty. Guys, he is steadfast in his lack of desire to use the potty. Timmy will sit on the potty, not use it, eat his “bunny,” and get up. Then, it could take an hour, but he will gladly pee and/or poo in his underwear. So long as he does not have to sit on the potty, he can take it. It’s downright astonishing (and disgusting)!

Toddler eating honey bun on the potty.

The other day, I put underwear on him. I asked him a million times if he needed to pee pee. He said no, each and every time. By the time I made him go sit on the potty, which wasn’t long after me asking, he had peed on one of my pillows in my bed. Whhhhyyyy? After throwing my pillow out, I began to “potty shame” him. I said that everyone in the house uses the potty, except him. And I started singing about him needing to use the potty. See below for results.

People often say that “boys are the hardest to potty-train,” but I wouldn’t know by comparing to my daughter… because she was no walk in the park. She was the type of kid who would have you sitting with her in the bathroom for an hour and a half, only to use it on the floor as soon as you take her off of it. This behavior was frequent, so we knew it was intentional. Timmy, on the other hand, doesn’t even try. He will wait as long as he can, until you give up on having him sit there and/or questioning him about it.

He will potty on the floor, on the stairs, on my favorite rug, in his bed—anywhere but the potty.


Though, he’s very aware of when he needs to use the potty, he will only use it when forced to sit on it. And he may tinkle a little and STILL pee on something else five minutes later. The crazy part is, he has the nerve to be embarrassed and sad after you ask him if he used it on himself. BUT. YOU. KNOW. EXACTLY. WHAT. YOU. ARE. DOING. Someone please make it make sense!

Toddler near the potty, but refusing to use it.
Look how close the potty is. Ask me where he peed.

Am I alone in this fight? Are there any other parents that have children like this?!


Since Timmy is mostly with me, I have been running lead on potty-training, and I am at my wit’s end! I asked family and friends for help and tips. My parents even stepped in to help when the kids stayed with them during the last few school breaks (prior to the Rona). There was no change.

In the meantime, I began searching online for potty-training solutions for stubborn kids, but didn’t find much we hadn’t tried. I did come across this hilarious article called, “My 3-Year-Old is Potty-Training. He Almost Ended Me.” It was eerily familiar, except his kid may be a bit more of a prankster than mine. At any rate, I could totally relate to the author’s experience.



You will never guess what happened next!

Finally, a miracle happened! I don’t know if my son knew I was writing this article about him or not, but what I can tell you is this: On the afternoon of Monday, April 20, 2020, Timothy II, the Potty User Refuser actually USED THE POTTY! He still won’t go in and use it without me, and he will only “pee” in the potty, but he has used it every day since then. Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a new potty user in our home. I’d like to now introudce you to Timothy II, Potty User.

Toddler boy looking up at the camera.
He kept unbuttoning his shirt one day in the French Quarter. So this is him while we shopped.lol #feelinghimself

Strolling down memory lane. #stillfeelinghimself

Any interesting potty-training moments or stories with the toddler in your life? Comment down below or shoot us a message about it.

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Quit Mommying Around

Timmy’s 2nd Birthday: Wynwood Walls, Miami, FL

Before we head out of the door for any occasion, I have to make sure my children look neat, nothing on their clothes, and most importantly, that I snap a gazillion pictures.  Sometimes, my picture-taking can cause us to run behind, but it’s like a Jedi mind trick or something.  I honestly cannot help myself.  I always want to capture these moments—these forever memories—that one day, will seem so distant.

Timmy’s first time at one of Jillian’s favorite places to hang out.

 I know I’m not the only Mommy-razzi around here, so no judging.

I learned early on that if you don’t get a good picture as soon as you’re leaving the house, you probably won’t ever get one.  If you, indeed, do get a good picture later on, the child(ren)’s clothes have at least one stain.  It’s inevitable!  I just like to see my hard work come to fruition.  Let me have my pictures!lol  So here’s to introducing two of the world’s most beautiful, lovable little humans, Jillian and Timothy II. 

Jillian.
Timothy II.

Cooking is Not for Me

Are women supposed to cook in a relationship?

I have never been a person who enjoys cooking.  In fact, when I was younger, I always thought how rude it was for people to say that “the woman” is “supposed” to cook.  That is partly the reason I never learned. I was going to prove all those misogynists wrong, if it was the last thing I’d do!

My kids don’t miss any meals, but I’m rarely the person who cooks it for them.

Fast forward several years later, I’m now a mother and still struggling with daily meals.  When my boyfriend and I first moved in together, he, being an excellent cook, attempted to “learn” me a few things in the kitchen.  I’ve tried my hand at a few things—shrimp pasta, spaghetti, steak, etc. But I know my strengths and my weaknesses and cooking is simply not for me.

That listed prep time is usually inaccurate.

It’s so time consuming to have to look up meal ideas and recipes. Watching tutorials makes the prepping take even longer. I also don’t like touching all those ooey gooey things, I don’t know what seasonings make what taste like what, I get nervous standing over fire, and I cannot successfully cook more than one item at a time…  It’s just a very frustrating process for me.  And after all is said and done, half the time, the food doesn’t even taste good!  (Okay, okay.  More than half the time, but who’s counting)? On top of that, I’m a picky eater and our two little humans are very challenging to feed, as well. 

If you’re from the South, you’re automatically supposed to know how to throw down in the kitchen and everyone eats spicy seafood. *insert eye roll*

Let me just give you slightly more insight on the latter.  I am originally from Mobile, Alabama, and my other half is from New Orleans, Louisiana, which is where we reside.  My Atlanta-born, but New Orleans raised daughter despises spicy foods of all types (how?!), and my two-year-old son loves spice!  When we go to restaurants, my daughter wants to order scrambled eggs…  She doesn’t even eat seafood!  Like, really?!  My son, on the other hand, has a more diversified palate.  The problem with him is that you never know when he is going to eat something, even if you know for a fact that particular food is something he likes.  He has a tendency to beg for chicken nugget-French fries, (please read that as one word); however, he does not often eat chicken nuggets.  In short, I’m usually ready to give up with “figuring out food” by the middle of the day.

If you have someone around you who can really cook, why even bother?

I actually come from a family full of professional cooks, some who were even restaurant and café owners back in the day when it was rare for people of color to own their own businesses.  Here we are in the middle of 2019, and I cannot even tell you the last time I put food on the stove that I didn’t “outsource.”  I’ve never even cooked Ramen noodles before.  (I ate well in college).  But.  I’m turning over a new leaf. 

Although my man cooks, it isn’t fair that cooking and making dinner is solely his responsibility. 

I have come to the realization that I need to make a change, and that change starts with the way I look at cooking.  If I were to view it less as a task and more as a crafting experiment, perhaps I can learn to revel in it.  (I love crafting)!  So, I decided to look up several different meals to try.  Because the man of the house has such a refined palate, I wanted to be somewhat creative, but not too far from my relative “comfort zone.” I began by choosing the meat and planning the meal around it. Ultimately, I decided on Fettuccine Alfredo, Green Beans, and Parmesan Pork Chops.  After researching recipes, I headed to the store to grab all of the ingredients, and then off to the kitchen to prepare this grande meal. 

Parmesan Pork Chop on the stove.

After spending hours on a supposed forty-five minute meal, (I told you I couldn’t cook more than one thing at a time), dinner was ready to be served.  The best thing was the Fettuccine Alfredo, and it was still missing something.  I added stuff to it, too.  At some point, I had to give up.  It was bed time and we hadn’t even eaten!  I don’t know guys.  Clearly, I need some help in the kitchen.  As it stands:  Cooking is Not for Me.

If any of you have a favorite or go-to recipes you’d like to share, please leave me a comment below. 

We do like well-seasoned food and we don’t have any dietary restrictions.  Help!  How do you decide what’s for dinner?