Potty training has been an ugly demon in the back of my mind for the last six months or so. Abby was ready, excited and having success back in November, but alas, we were moving. We were in four different houses in about a month's time and there was no way we could have kept up with training. The potty training window didn't just close, it slammed shut and was dead-bolted.
From November until now, we've tried several times and each time was met with a stubborn refusal. (Abby is half Dan and half me. She has quite the independent streak and a battle of wills in this house often turns ugly.) However, preschool in September is looming, and it had to be done. So, Dan and I devised an elaborate plan. There was M&Ms, stickers, hand washing (because she loves it), timers and big girl underwear involved. We were to start Monday.
Abby, had a different plan.
Tuesday, (a week prior to our start date) I was in the shower when in waltzes Abby pulling at her diaper and asking to go potty. I jumped out of the shower (covered in shampoo, soap and soaking wet) to help her. Nothing happened. After I was fully showered and dressed, we tried again. After 20 minutes of trying and about twelve books , we had a very small amount of poop in the toilet! I could not believe it. She got to wash her hands, pick out a sticker for the chart and have a few candies. She was so proud of herself!
I thought for sure that was it, but the day kept going and we had two more successful trips to the potty, with a few extra tries thrown in.
Day two started off rough, with a Mommy short on patience and a little girl in a foul mood. Several tries and several hours later, she went again. We're headed to ballet now, so only time will tell how the rest of the day will go. Fingers crossed!
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