Is there a person on the planet who enjoys the potty training process? I don't think so. It makes me wonder, how did we become a toilet-trained society?
This morning I felt sort of sado-masochistic. The toddler had been giving me attitude about diapering her, so I decided to work on potty training (she turns two in a little over a month). She sat on her potty seat, and yanked half of the toilet paper off the roll. I gently explained to her that we don't take that much, and we don't take any at all unless we actually go. I got the squishy face and an "All done" from her. **nothing**
We went into the other room where her big girl and dress were waiting. But we didn't make it. She had an accident before we got that far. Back to the bathroom with screams and kicking from the toddler. I tried to have her sit there while I sang the alphabet. She doesn't like the ABC's. I started to wonder if I was really up to this today. I hadn't even had coffee yet! I remembered that I was wearing MY big girl panties, and sucked it up.
She liked helping clean up her puddle. I put her in a light dress and her very first pair of big girl panties. We went into the kitchen and I started making a snack. I was just turning to hand her the apple slices when I heard her gasp and saw her look down. I rushed her to the bathroom. Her dress got soaked in the process. You would think I was ripping her fingernails off one by one to hear her scream when I removed the wet clothes. As I rinsed the dress and panties, I sang "Itsy Bitsy Spider." She liked that more. She also liked pulling the rest of the paper off the roll. (re-read paragraph 1 for more details).
This time, I set the kitchen timer, explained that she needed to go sit and try to use the potty when it went off. Then I let her press the button. I put a panties #2 on her, we tried 3 more times, with no results, but at least she stayed dry until nap time, at which point we were both happy to have her back in a diaper to go to sleep.
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