Well we officially started the potty training adventure last Saturday because of the MLK holiday weekend. I figured it was the only way to keep my sanity and get all 3 of us girls out alive. I must say that after day 1 I was ready to throw in the towel. It must be easier to change diapers for the rest of my life than to have to ask the busy two year old every five minutes if she has to go pee or poop yet.
After 2 days of trying she has had only 3 pee accidents and about a million successes. She has eaten more candy, juice, ice cream, salty snacks and other bribe related food in the past 30 hours then possibly in her entire life put together, but at least it keeps her on task.
The girls are sympathy criers, get sympathy band aids and owies and have now stepped over to the sympathy underwear over diaper look on potty training day #1.
The kid can pull off the wife beater undies look quite well.
As the week progressed and Sam returned to school there were a few hours in there that I was sure I would kill someone. I about gave up a few times, and actually sort of did on Thursday afternoon. After a day full of pee and poop in the panties I decided I couldn't clean up anymore bodily waste for the day and put her in pull ups. It was at this point that she decided to finally pull her weight and from then on she has asked to wear big girl undies and hasn't had an accident since. I hate to jinx myself, but I think I officially have a potty trained toddler; and for my sanity sake just in time.
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