You know when you're pregnant and people make all kinds of silly comments to you and you feel like you could write a book about things NOT to say to a pregnant woman? (You sure there's just one in there? You look like you're about to pop! And my favorite...Weren't you JUST pregnant??!) Well, I think the same thing goes when a mom is going through the potty training process. For some reason, people just want to share with me their stories of how EASY their children took to potty training...at 18 months...and never had an accident...actually, all of their children were like that...
Well let me tell you, that's not our child.
Last week, I had a stomach bug hit me pretty strong. Of course, it was the worst on Scott's busiest day at work, so I was at home for 15 hours with the girls just praying not to get them sick. That was the same day that Elizabeth decided that she didn't want to wear an even-slightly-wet diaper and took them off and threw them away every 10 minutes. She'd then run in to me, yelling "di-pah chain!" with the new diaper. I just knew I was going to run out of diapers and have to drag my pukey self with my wild, been-in-the-house-too-long kids to the store. So we decided that we'd give the potty training another go.
|Coincidentally, this was the same night. I ran Rachel's bathwater and Elizabeth jumped in. My first double bath! Elizabeth kept trying to wash Rachel. Rachel thought the whole thing was awesome! I don't know what they're trying to grab here...|
Again, we did the no diaper around the house with the potty in the living room. She screamed every time we put her on the potty. As I was changing Rachel's diaper, Elizabeth actually picked her potty up and moved it back to the bathroom. Maybe she'd sit on it there? No...scream...great. She really enjoys walking in on me going to the potty though and announcing to anyone that listens that "Mommy pee-pee!" Then she gets to flush for me. She loves that part.
So two nights ago, I thought my husband was a genius when our daughter ran out of her bedroom with poo-poo in her hand to give to him. "Dada, Dada!" she calls. She had obviously taken her diaper off and fished it out to bring to her daddy because she didn't want to sit in it. I would have freaked out. But without blinking, my husband said, "Let's go put that where it goes...in the potty!" And he marched her down the hall, and let her flush her poo-poo down the potty. She was so excited...and then mad that it didn't earn her any m&m's.
Yesterday, we had her diaper off and were talking about the potty again when I took Rachel into her room to get dressed. Within a couple minutes, I heard the toilet lid slam and the flusher being jiggled by little paws. When I went in the bathroom, Elizabeth just smiled at me. "Mama, poo-poo in potty!" So I lift up the lid and sure enough, there it is. She had gone on the floor, picked it up and put it where it went. After scrubbing her hands for five minutes (which she LOVED) I tried to explain to my two-year-old that you put your poo-poo in the potty, but not with your hands...
I swear, people...I have a master's degree...I should be better than this!
So the adventure continues and I'm still waiting for that ah-ha moment from my daughter. Until then, hope you enjoy the stories!