For the last six weeks, Clark had taken every opportunity he has to strip off all his clothes and diaper...and do his business on the floor. And by business, I mean the dreaded pee and poop. (You may remember that Jason and I gave up our old puppy Roxy for this same reason!)
The pooh/horror stories are unbelievable! It doesn't matter how close I watch him, he waits until the moment I leave the room, or I am busy with Harry, and off it goes. It is so disgusting. The pooh everywhere...the smell, the not knowing for sure where exactly he sat or went in the house. I doesn't matter how much cleaning supplies I use, the smell is burned in my nose. The worst are the not so tidy poops, the ones that come the day after a nacho fest or a day of only eating hot dogs. It seriously makes me want to die.
I know it is time to start potty training, but I have no idea how to go about it. He doesn't tell me when he has to go, or even that he already did. He barely communicates at all. He has NO interest in sitting on the toilet, or the little potty. He doesn't care about any of it. I can't get him to focus. He has seen me and Jason use the bathroom, we have no privacy since he has learned to open doors. He just doesn't make the connection from what we are doing on the toilet, to what he is doing on the floor, the backyard, his bed, the bath tub, or anywhere else he feels like going.
We got pull-ups and a little potty for him. What do I do next? I have no idea where to start.