In the trenches
Ok, so I've done this routine twice before. The Boy was potty trained by the age of 2 and it was fairly simple. Daughter potty trained herself at the age of 20 months or so. I don't know what I did right exactly, it just came quite easily. My friends used to tell THEIR friends to call me for potty training advice. When BabyGirl came along I thought, I can't possibly get that lucky 3rd time around. My intuition never fails me.
Here we are, BabyGirl is 2, and we have potty trained in fits and starts. Life has just been too chaotic to try and start anything of importance and she has been, shall we say, less than interested in the whole program. When I smell something horrible wafting from her direction and ask "Did you go poo?" the answer is always "Nope, no poopies." I bought the potty seat and tried locating it in various rooms of the house so she'd be forced to notice it. No go. I've used various rewards, new panties, going in front of her, all to no avail.
I have this week off work and I'm hitting the training hard. I get a discount on daycare if they don't have to change diapers for crap's sake! Day 1 went pretty much as expected...several pairs of wet pants and socks later BabyGirl would at least ADMIT she'd gone poopie in her pants.
Day 2 I was exhausted to start because my offspring, along with Kinderho and LittleJigMan's offspring, had woken me from a dead sleep at 2 in the morning by racing around the house yelling and trying to hide candy wrappers. I yelled something like "What in the hell are you doing? Get in bed or I will beat you all silly". They beat feet to their beds and Kinderho's male offspring mumbled "Dude, your mom said HELL!" The house was complete carnage after Christmas, kids were groggily wandering about playing and asking what was for breakfast. One of them shouted "Ooh, BabyGirl pooped!" I ran into the room as she was pulling down her pants and inspecting the deposit. I scooped her up to race to the bathroom but she started kicking furiously and poop was flinging all over the living room. The other four children were of course plugging their noses and running screaming from the room as though a nuclear bomb had gone off.
I got BabyGirl bathed and re-outfitted with clean clothes. I am fairly certain I found all the poo pebbles amongst the chaff in the living room. No one threw up or stepped in a pile of stinky stuff. But I know I'm in for the LONG haul with this one...no doubt about it. It's a good thing she's so damn cute.
Here we are, BabyGirl is 2, and we have potty trained in fits and starts. Life has just been too chaotic to try and start anything of importance and she has been, shall we say, less than interested in the whole program. When I smell something horrible wafting from her direction and ask "Did you go poo?" the answer is always "Nope, no poopies." I bought the potty seat and tried locating it in various rooms of the house so she'd be forced to notice it. No go. I've used various rewards, new panties, going in front of her, all to no avail.
I have this week off work and I'm hitting the training hard. I get a discount on daycare if they don't have to change diapers for crap's sake! Day 1 went pretty much as expected...several pairs of wet pants and socks later BabyGirl would at least ADMIT she'd gone poopie in her pants.
Day 2 I was exhausted to start because my offspring, along with Kinderho and LittleJigMan's offspring, had woken me from a dead sleep at 2 in the morning by racing around the house yelling and trying to hide candy wrappers. I yelled something like "What in the hell are you doing? Get in bed or I will beat you all silly". They beat feet to their beds and Kinderho's male offspring mumbled "Dude, your mom said HELL!" The house was complete carnage after Christmas, kids were groggily wandering about playing and asking what was for breakfast. One of them shouted "Ooh, BabyGirl pooped!" I ran into the room as she was pulling down her pants and inspecting the deposit. I scooped her up to race to the bathroom but she started kicking furiously and poop was flinging all over the living room. The other four children were of course plugging their noses and running screaming from the room as though a nuclear bomb had gone off.
I got BabyGirl bathed and re-outfitted with clean clothes. I am fairly certain I found all the poo pebbles amongst the chaff in the living room. No one threw up or stepped in a pile of stinky stuff. But I know I'm in for the LONG haul with this one...no doubt about it. It's a good thing she's so damn cute.