She's been holding out (holding it?) on me
Much to my surprise, when I picked up Maggie from daycare yesterday she was wearing the same shorts, shoes and socks that she had on when I dropped her off that morning. I say surprise because the norm lately is to find my little raggamuffin in mix-matched clothes or someone's borrowed shoes, and a whole bag of potty accident shorts and princess panties to take home, launder, and return with her the next day.
"Wow! Do you still have your Tinkerbell panties on?" She did that thing where she shakes her head yes while applauding with her teeth through her big, proud smile. So I looked at the paper where the school writes down every detail of your child's day and notice she hadn't even been to the potty. "Should we try to go before we get in the car, so you don't burst?" She of course does not want to, so we head out and I am beyond pleased when we get home to find that she's STILL DRY and I don't have to launder the carseat. Once inside the house, she still refuses to try to go. "Really? You haven't gone ALL DAY." So I set her up in the playroom with a bowlful of Scooby Snacks and Noggin, placed her Pooh Bear potty chair a few steps away, and hoped once again for the best (fully expecting to have to re-upholster the chair she was sitting on later that evening).
Half hour later ... "MOMMY LOOK!"
I was stunned. After what feels like an eternity of non-progress where I literally wanted to punch the gazillion mommies who assured me that one day "she'll just get it," she just got it. Pee Pee in the Potty. For real.
"Wow! Do you still have your Tinkerbell panties on?" She did that thing where she shakes her head yes while applauding with her teeth through her big, proud smile. So I looked at the paper where the school writes down every detail of your child's day and notice she hadn't even been to the potty. "Should we try to go before we get in the car, so you don't burst?" She of course does not want to, so we head out and I am beyond pleased when we get home to find that she's STILL DRY and I don't have to launder the carseat. Once inside the house, she still refuses to try to go. "Really? You haven't gone ALL DAY." So I set her up in the playroom with a bowlful of Scooby Snacks and Noggin, placed her Pooh Bear potty chair a few steps away, and hoped once again for the best (fully expecting to have to re-upholster the chair she was sitting on later that evening).
Half hour later ... "MOMMY LOOK!"
I was stunned. After what feels like an eternity of non-progress where I literally wanted to punch the gazillion mommies who assured me that one day "she'll just get it," she just got it. Pee Pee in the Potty. For real.