Hi S.,
My son was even worse at three, and he had been in preschool already for a year (he went to a preschool that started kids at two and did not expect kids to be potty trained)! None of the boys in his class were potty trained after the first year and almost all of the girls were. He actually told me that toilets were for grown-ups and girls! I had him potty trained before he started the next year of school, but he had an accident the first day back (with all the play and excitement, he just forgot to go -- did need the eggtimer at that point). The teacher (whom I should have never listened to) suggested we send him in pull-ups for a little bit until he got the hang of it. Disaster. As far as he was concerned, he was back in diapers and, clearly, his early successes (he was really proud of himself) didn't matter any more. It still makes me cringe thinking about this almost two years later. I was so bummed that he was going backwards, and I let it show. Huuuuuuge mistake! He realized he had control over something that really mattered to me, and he did not want to let go of that control. We had to back off for about three months and didn't even discuss potty training. We stopped reading Once upon a Potty (which had worked brilliantly as getting him on the potty in the first place) and just ignored the whole thing. He didn't care about cool undies. He didn't care that he and his best friends were the only two kids still in diapers. He didn't even care (at least not enough to change his habits) when a classmate told him that only babies wear diapers. At this point his diapers were always dry in the morning. He was more than capable. After 3-4 months of not talking about the potty, we let him know that, as of the coming weekend (my husband and I both work), there would no longer be daytime diapers in our house (he didn't really know that he was dry at night, and we didn't want to pile on too much at once) because we no longer had anyone in our house who was young enough to need diapers. We had him run around w/out pants on, which he hated but accepted after we tried it his way and he peed in his pants (he said he would go without pants if his way didn't work). We did the sticker chart and had different stickers for pee vs. poo and an extra one for if he asked to use the potty (as opposed to our asking him) and actually went. We got a really cute timer and made sure he sat on the potty for three minutes (suggested in a potty training book 'cause some kids will sit down, not go w/in 10 seconds, and decide they don't need to). We also got small knick-knack type rewards for various points along the way. We started this on a Friday morning, and he always goes to the bagel store w/ his dad on Saturday mornings. We let him know that the bagel store has a rule that people who pee on the floor are not allowed at the bagel store (strangely, Sunday's music class had the same rule! Keep in mind that he had already been potty trained once and was definitely capable). If he could use the potty all Friday afternoon without an accident, we would know that he was ready to go to the bagel store. We followed him everywhere w/ a potty, but he had an accident pretty early on. We did not get upset with him. We told him how sorry we were that he would not be able to go to the bagel store and gave him a big hug and let him know that we loved him. He had some successes and another accident on Friday. Then Sat morning his dad went to bagels w/out him. We told him how sorry we were about the bagel store's rule but that we had no control over it. We told him that if he made it throug Saturday without an accident that he would be able to go to music class (which had that same darn rule). We had him sit on the potty every 45 minutes, and sure enough, he didn't have any accidents and was able to go to music class. Having real world consequences that mattered to him and over which his parents appeared to have no control coupled with rewards for success seemed to do the trick. After that day a year and a half ago, my son had only two accidents. The whole process was a nightmare and stressed me out to no end. However, we made it, and he has also been out of diapers at night for a year. You will make it, too -- I promise! And please, please do not blame yourself for this because you have had your son at home. My son was at preschool, and his best friend (also at preschool) took even longer!
K.