āNo hands in the potty!ā āSit still while I clean this up!ā āI said āStop touching the peeā!ā My husband and I lost the super-supportive parental tone of voice youāre supposed to maintain during these moments and started barking commands. Our twins stopped looking so triumphant and started to look upset. Then, like most episodes of twin chaos, things eventually got back to normalāthe pee was cleaned from the floor, Alexandraās hands were washed, Nickās feet were washed, we flushed everyoneās pee down the toilet and made more promises of M&Ms.
By their second sitting a half-hour later, all notions of sanitary potty training had been flushed down the toilet. There was pee everywhere, and there was nothing I could do about it. We had a truly victorious moment after lunch when Allie pooped in her potty on the first day! I wasnāt that proud since Iād given birth.
As expected, Nick waited until his diaper was on during naptime to poo. I knew he was not ready for this, but from what Iād read about training twins, itās best to give them both a shot and if one has to stay in diapers, theyāll only do so for a short while because theyāll see their twin getting M&Ms every day.
For the next week, I lived in potty training hell. I changed diapers in the morning, and then washed soiled undies and shorts all day long. I mopped floors and sanitized potties. I cleaned poo-covered hands and pee-covered feet. I would get one child clean only to turn around and see the other one sitting in a puddle. I handed out M&Ms like they were going out of style. I watched and sang āGo Potty Goā more times than any self-respecting adult should ever have to. I was a long, difficult week.
By Week Two, no one had made it a whole day without an accident, and I was ready to throw in the towel. I had optimistically thought this would be over in a weekend. My cousin said her twin boys were trained within three days. My friend said her daughter decided at two that she didnāt want to wear diapers and never had another accident. How foolish I was for listening. I felt captive to the house, overwhelmed by the thought of venturing out with diaper-less twins.
Our turning point came on Day 11āthe first day with no accidents for both. I was pretty sure Allie had it down, but Nick was still a hit or miss. He was really just in it for the M&Ms, but I was proud of him all the same.
What surprised me was when it was all over, I had more of a hassle taking the kids out when they were potty-trained than when they were in diapers. Going out only required a couple of diapers thrown in my bag. Now with two kids in undies, I had to bring two entire outfits out with me. I also couldnāt figure out a remotely sanitary process for taking twins with you in a public restroom, and I donāt believe I ever will.