I knew the time was coming, but I was dreading potty training. I was looking forward to not changing diapers (at least for now!) but not looking forward to the actual reality of potty training.
I did some research and reading and we came up with a strategy we thought would work for her. The first morning (pictured above) I sat with her in the bathroom for 2 hours. She ate Cheese-its and crackers, Cheerios and drank milk. Nothing. We waited. We read books. We sang songs. I finally pulled out the laptop and found some clips of Elmo singing on YouTube. We waited. Nothing. I went to the bathroom twice waiting for her to go once! She had finally had enough and her little bottom had a red ring from sitting so long. I decided to let her stand for a minute. Of course, immediately after standing she goes potty. Luckily I was able to get the laptop out of the way before we had a short circuit.
Ahhhh, the joys of motherhood.
That first day she went on the potty twice. I cleaned up a lot of accidents and changed a lot of panties. I praised her for going twice. Oh how big a deal I made of it. She got M&Ms as a reward.
The second day was a lot better. I think we went from only going on the potty twice, to only having 2 accidents. She got LOTS of M&Ms that day. I was so proud of her and was feeling a bit smug about how spectacular she was doing.
Then the stomach virus hit her. My poor sweet little girl. During those hard 48 hours, she did have some accidents, but she truly, truly made an effort to let me know she needed to go. It was just A LOT harder to make it to the potty in time. Bless her heart.
Now, about a month later, she's doing great. She is not by any means completely trained. She still has accidents and we're still wearing a pull-up to bed and if we have to be out of the house for a long time. I'm scared of the first in public accident. It will come though. I feel it's absolutely inevitable.
She no longer gets candy for going, and she no longer sits on the little potty. She has graduated to the big potty only. She's doing great.
Potty Funnies:
After she went potty at church last week, I also decided to go while we were in there. She stood back against the stall door and clapped for me. "Good job Mommy! You went potty!" she said. (I've GOT to write that one in her book...)
Yesterday at church she used the small potty made for kids that is in the nursery. (It's an actual toilet that flushes and everything, just smaller and child sized.) Anyway, she calls it the baby potty. We were about to leave the room and she bent down and put both arms around it. I thought she was going to kiss it, so I cried out, "Don't put your mouth on it!" She didn't. She did, however, hug the potty and say, "Oh, it's a baby potty. It's so cute."
My daughter, the ham.